February 15, 2021

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I wasn’t sure the Earth could still do it and that, like me, it might be losing some of its youthful enthusiasm and vigor. But when I awoke this morning and saw the fresh rim of frost around the inside of the front door I knew, as a long-time sub-zero hugger, that we were within reach. Sure enough, when I peeked at the thermometer in the darkness, bells started to toll, whistles began to blow, and alarms were ringing as the temperatures had plummeted down to -37F. At dawn, even the swiftly moving river had frozen over except for a few blowholes out of which steam pumped and swirled while the lake groaned, knees cracking as it curled up against the cold, in the coldest winter morning here not just this winter but in many years.