Sunday, January 8, 2017

There was a Hard Frost overnight.

I had forgotten that I missed about the temperature dropping below freezing:

1. The smell of the cold first hitting the nose just outside the door.

2. The slightly-related sudden recognition of the existence of the tip of the nose.

3. The way the entire world seems to have suddenly dried up.

4. Yesterday's mud supporting steps.

5. The grass pancake held together by tendrils of new ice.

6. The indestructible stillness of the natural world, even with the humming of the nearby expressway.

7. Being actually cold.

There was frost in the marsh, and I imagine the fiddler crabs still found a way to survive.




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