I had a couple of moments – okay, twenty-seven minutes – at the bus stop last week when the temperature had warmed all the way up to minus-14. I turned around (stomping my frozen feet and banging my gloved frozen hands together, while cursing and mumbling to myself) and saw the Sun climbing up high (at least 27 degrees from level) into the sky, sending its rays at me through these trees.
I pulled out my iPhone (sorry, that’s all I had with me) and, with hands exposed, heroically snapped this shot.
I like it. It says frozen, frigid, miserable, dangerous, and freakin’ cold.
Yet it is beautiful in its own way.