In upstate New York the wind chills are close to thirty below.
This weekend was bitter cold and the rest of the week does not seem any better.
I ventured out to the store Sunday. In the parking lot I got stuck in a whirling wind and snow storm.
I covered my face but the wind and cold stung my eyes. A couple of times I sopped to catch my breath.
In all of this mess I was fascinated by the power of the weather.
The sheer strength and magnitude made me feel small and alone.
When I made it home I got comfortable on the couch with my reading materials. It was warm and cozy. I soon forgot about the cold. My hope is that everyone was warm and safe.
Hunkered down for now.