-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.