Often after the new year, the cold hammers down in Vermont, like a nail gun, sealing the human world except for well-bundled expeditions. The coldest I’ve seen is 40 below zero; mist moved ghost-like over the river, creeping over the icy banks like a strange memory.
This year, what small amount of snow we have is often soft, and the air during the day often thaws and carries the scent of water.
It’s an illusion, I know, to imagine that anything but a long, long winter lies ahead of us. But still, yesterday when I left work, I mentioned to a coworker that it was nearly five and day still lingered.
For a just a moment, we stood there with car keys in our hands, reveling at the light.
The field stubble
5 thoughts on “Dreaming”
I experienced similar temperatures when I lived in Alaska. We had head-bolt heaters on our cars so they would start (hopefully) in the winter months.
Whoa. Ours are likely briefer spans of cold temps, although not yet this year….
Interesting, isn’t it, how we notice the tiniest bit more light in the day.
Love the imagery of the nail gun! May isn’t far behind!