In the North, no one refers to temperatures as 
minus seventeen, or minus twenty. 
Once the cold arrives, it is simply twenty-two or thirty.
There is no need to waste a word when it is obvious.

In today's case it is a simple twenty-seven.

No one complains about twenty-seven.
It is sunny.
There aren't any black flies. 
And it isn't forty.

1 comment:

  1. Exactly! There are few things as beautiful to me as sunshine on snow...