The sun is shining brightly this morning and the sky is the pale blue of a robin's egg. The temperature is far from what a robin's appearance would herald in spring. It was 8 degrees when I awoke.
My sleep was fitful last night. The wind has so many characters: one moment it is a wolf in the full moon's light, the next it is a locomotive on a long stretch of prairie track, but most often here it steals the character of the sea from which it comes...roaring and pounding as if it were waves upon the shore.
I laughed at myself in the mirror yesterday when I returned from my walk to the Post Office, drug store, and bagel shop. An umbrella would have been useless in the wind, and I neglected to attach my hood to my coat so my head remained bare. It snowed the entire time...a wet, sticky snow. When I came back to the cottage and went to dry my hair, the snow had soaked it and then refrozen it in little strands with icicles hanging from the tips! It was a funny sight, but next time it snows I'll be sure to take the time to attach my hood before venturing out.
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