Archive for the ‘cold’ Category
Winter Blah
Let me be clear, I love snow. I love seeing flakes accumulate in ominous piles foreshadowing a frozen end of days. I like huge snow-ball sized globs of it falling on balsam and fir lending an air of Christmas to the early days of Lent. I love snow. What I do not love is the deepening chill of night when the air is wet and the wind bores a hole through to my gizzard; the premature sense that this chill is of the grave.
The cold was bitter. . .
Choking cold…
Strangling cold…
Assaulted by the cold…
Cracking, scratchy, cold…
Crossing the cast iron lawn he held his frosted mitten to his face covering his nose half expecting to find that it had already fallen off.
On a whim... 