1°C (33.8°F) Gurgling gutters relieve the hot black rooftops of their snow. Smudgy white clouds dissipate like melting frost. Once thick, insulating and impenetrable, our blanket of snow is now moth-eaten and threadbare. The earth’s elbows and knees poke through.
-7°C (19.4°F) I don’t know if it was just wishful thinking, but last night the sky seemed warmer. The temperature was still frigid, but the twilight blue was less distant, the stars not so hard. The brittleness, the edge of winter was gone.