Monday, December 12, 2011

That Kind of Cold

The snow is cold enough to wage war with the heat of my skin.

Not like the early flakes that almost immediately yielded to the change and trickled down my arms and nose in their newly liquid state. No, not now.

This is ice-crack, broken-glass-twig-and-needle, gravel-packed and mud-caked-solid-around-the-tires cold.

At least it is -- most likely -- that kind of cold in Millersburg, OH, Goshen, IN, and (most certainly) Oymyakon and Snag in the Yukon. But I am elsewhere. The question is where?