(All temperature's used in this blog post will be in Fahrenheit)
In the days leading up to this blog post warning's circulated on radio, television and the internet of extreme cold or brutally cold weather and deadly wind chills on their way.
This morning, I dragged myself out from under the warmth of my down comforter to discover "they" were right - my thermometer read negative twenty-eight degrees.
Is this what Shakespeare meant when he said - "Now is the winter of our discontent"?
I looked out the window and the frosty splendor was absolutely breathtaking.
I made coffee and am now back under the warmth of the down comforter reflecting on hike I took a few days ago when it was a balmy two degrees.
The color of the sky was cold blue
the scenery was breath taking, literally and scenically
The moving water of the stream kept it from freezing
Undeterred by the cold, the ducks went about their business as if it were just another day
I stood on the pier and enjoyed the icy elegance
Is beauty born from suffering or do you just get used to it?
Only negative sixteen the high temperature for the day as I upload this post.
