February 11, 2021

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In this house, on my side of the bed anyway, there is great excitement when the possibility exists that this new morning could be the coldest one of winter. Like any worthwhile record, It’s etched in your memory with a permanent marker, forever filed in mine under “Fond Frigid Flashbacks”. Laying on my belly in my usual spot on the ice along the river’s edge this morning, the mercury, as it often does in the moment just before the sun peeks over the horizon, bottomed out at -28F, making it the coldest morning of the winter. So far.