They’re all saying today is the year’s coldest day. Anxiety, yesterday’s snow’s converting to ice, dirty and slippery and hard. Ominous, the wind’s gaining fresh vigor, roars of gusts herald violently that a difficult day this remains, p’aps behind the horizon concealed is faint relief. Now is not the accepted time to be roaming the streets, I’d better go inside. That’s the thing, inside where? |