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