Cold—the porch floorboards pop under my feet. Real snow at last! The rising sun stretches two faint fingers across the driveway.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: cold
I bring no hat brim or sunglasses to...
I bring no hat brim or sunglasses to my front-porch tete-a-tete with the sun, grateful on such a cold morning for any display of warmth.
Wind-driven snow; I draw my hood tight...
Wind-driven snow; I draw my hood tight. On the wall behind me, the thermometer’s big red arrow inches left like a clock running backward.
Also tagged snow, thermometer, wind
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Bitter cold. An hour before dawn, something...
Bitter cold. An hour before dawn, something crunches briefly in the brush and is still, as if turning over in its sleep.
Just two degrees below freezing, yet...
Just two degrees below freezing, yet somehow things are sharper, crisper, the crow’s wings like blades against the blue, its shout a shot.
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Bitter cold at sunrise. A distant F...
Bitter cold at sunrise. A distant F-16: that high, harsh sound of something being torn. A few small clouds hurry off toward the sun.
Also tagged F-16, jet, sunrise
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Intense cold, and a stillness so deep...
Intense cold, and a stillness so deep the trains can barely be heard. A cardinal flickers like a pilot light under the bridal wreath bush.
Also tagged bridal wreath, cardinal, train
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The return of the cold has saved the...
The return of the cold has saved the last, handkerchief-sized patches of snow. In the east, a silent jet trails the smallest of wakes.
Also tagged contrails, jet, snow
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I don seven layers of clothing to sunbathe...
I don seven layers of clothing to sunbathe on the porch. My chair has slid to the northeast end, its back to the prevailing wind.
Also tagged wind
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An impossible butterfly dances past...
An impossible butterfly dances past the porch: a shred of oak leaf. The trees creak and groan in the bitter-cold wind.
