The day has ended as it began; bitterly cold!
Tonight will be colder than any of these days and nights, our weather people say.
And yet, I look out to the western horizon after sunset and find some comfort in the beauty of the subtle parfait strata left behind in the dusk; perfect lines of blended pewter, silver, bronze, salmon, apricot and purple, unique to early evenings of cold winter.
Trouble is, the day has been endless in its icy discomfort...
And the splendid artwork of day's end is gone in moments.
And the splendid artwork of day's end is gone in moments.
(HIGH TODAY: MINUS ONE)
