Another winter in the Frozen North
The Frozen North, she has been welcoming me back with an extra-special display of frozenity. If barely making it out of town after an ice storm wasn’t enough, it snowed again the day I got home, and then again again while I was walking home from class. In between was the coldest morning I remember in quite a while.
Though I dressed for it, so well that I’m still not sure the weatherfolks weren’t exaggerating, because the walk to work didn’t feel bad at all. The home-from-class snow was fairly gentle, and it wasn’t hardly cold out at all, and I enjoyed the little diamond pinprick lights of fresh snow, and the snow-fog over the bay.
The ice fishers are out already. Those people? Are crazy. For my part, though, I still have a sneaking fondness for winter, though I know that fondness will have snuck entirely away by late February.
This morning I wandered into the kitchen and saw a right forest of icicles from our kitchen windows. (This does not surprise me, in a rental house. I love this house, but it needs better care than it’s getting.) I went for the camera to capture the pretty, and Mouser promptly went for my leg to climb high enough to capture the lens cap dangling from its string.
This hurt. Quite a lot.
But I still like winter.