Before I turned in last night it was 13 below zero.
We haven’t had cold like this in years. This is how it’s supposed
to be. This is the January I came back to Minnesota for.

I remember once, when I was still in school, walking to a concert
in late January. It was a long walk – a couple of miles at least,
and windy. It was about 30 below, so I wrapped myself like a
mummy. I couldn’t believe it, but I was warm. And the longer I walked,
the happier I got. Something about being warm and moving and alive
in the face of such bitter cold made me grin from ear to ear.

The only things that froze were my eyelashes, stuck together by the time
I got to the theater. When I stepped inside, they melted into dew.