-12°C (10.4°F) Not quite as cold as yesterday, but there are still little daggers of frost on the windows. It wasn’t just cold yesterday, but windy, too. Clouds swished by, looking much warmer than I felt. I finally came to a rationalization that helped me accept the cold this late in March. It came when I saw our snowman’s face
in one of the clouds: The cold came to give snow-people (and the snow-dog I saw down the street) safe passage back to the Arctic.
When the clouds were gone, after dark, the sky seemed lonely without them – the stars bright, but distant. I suppose it’s the sort of feeling that has led me to save snowballs in the freezer in the past. This year, I’ll let it go.