Last week I set up a meeting for this morning, not suspecting how cold it would be, how nice it would’ve been to toss another blanket on the bed and hibernate ’til noon. At least I had a big mug of hot chocolate when I got there.
The sun is hot enough now to melt the top layer of snow so it refreezes every night into a crust that cracks when you walk. At night when it’s this cold, the stars seem closer, brighter. Maybe denser cold air acts like a magnifying glass… or maybe it’s just the ice forming over my eyes