Embers faintly glow from the stove through the dim midwinter morning light. The thermometer reads minus 17 degrees. Howling northern winds drop the windchill to nearly 40 below. Steam billows inside the moment you open the door as the frozen ice crystals in the air immediately expand and release in the warmth of the cabin. Trees creak in the wind. No other sound penetrates the north woods on such a morning as this. That is, however, besides the thin veneer of snow crunching beneath my boots-like Styrofoam scattered around the tree on Christmas morning.
Brrrr. Love your description.
ReplyDeleteI had to go drink a hot cup of tea, just to recover from reading it! Just think, you could live in someplace warm! It does sound nice though, the part about the warm coals of the fire.
ReplyDeleteDid your breath crystalize on your cheeks? That was my barometer for real cold when living in Michigan.
ReplyDeleteHah! Great comments! Thanks. @ Jim, It's cold when you have to put on your choppers & mukluks, eh?!
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