January 18th, 2002 | General
on this day in…

-13°C (8.6°F) The sun burnt through again. Powdery wisps of clouds glow like hot ashes.  

-13°C (8.6°F) A blanket of clouds rolling in, I hope to warm us. The hot sun still burns through the gaps, but the clouds are winning over. My head is cooler now.  

-13°C (8.6°F) You’d never guess it from the temperature outside, but the sun is downright hot
today. It’s melted the frost on my windows. My head is burning up.  

-20°C (-4°F) Clear cold is like moving through glass. Exposed skin turns to glass, too, in a minute or two. Even the snow is hard. Confident it will not melt, it twinkles like stars - cold, distant stars - at every shadow’s edge.

Touching anything - a doorknob, the hanger for the bird feeder - is painful. I don’t know how the birds and the squirrels do it, with nothing on their feet.