It is the tenth day of January. The temperature hit 70 degrees today. I stepped outside shortly after 8 p.m., and could hear the ringing sound of tree frogs. A black sky was above me; a thin layer of clouds obscured the stars. The air was still warm. I love it.
Last week I was in Maine. On Tuesday morning it was 8 degrees! Three young men and I wandered and weaved through a stand of frozen trees. We started South, cut back to the West, to sit on the bank of the Penobscot River. Our eyes squinted against a brilliant winter sun; the only sound was silence. We loved it.
Tree Frogs! Frozen Trees!
A Black Sky! A Brilliant Sun!
I Love it! Don't You!