9:12:16 AM

Yesterday we hit a “high” of 8 below zero. When I walked outside
(briefly), it was eerily quiet. Every sound I heard, from a bird
to a plane climbing overhead, sounded strained, tortured, as if
being throttled round the neck.

Today’s even colder – 23 below zero, with a wind chill of 44 below.
Sound hurts. The air is close to liquid. Trees shrink into spindly,
spidery things. The sun is impossibly far away.

8:27:07 PM

At last light the sky is luminous, opals under diamond. The earth shines.