Screaming down the flue, groaning in the eaves, rattling the windows, intruding in my dreams, wind blasts against the house. Shivering, I rise silently in indigo light to watch another chilly dawn. (The color rose doesn't always portend warmth.)
I ventured outdoors to downhill ski both yesterday and today. Windchill made riding the lifts uncomfortable even though the sun shone and the sky was blue. We'll take a break from the wind by spending the weekend in the city. It's supposed to be in the 50's. Yippee!