I suited up for a walk around the neighborhood. The temperature is 7.5 degrees but the wind is fierce, biting. It feels very, very cold. The exposed skin on my face started to hurt right away.
Although the sky overhead was cloudy, the clouds broke near the horizon, and the setting sun lit things up with this reddish purple light. I walked to the water and could hardly stand facing into the wind. In places, the ground was bare where the wind tears along. Nearby there were waist high drifts.
Coming back toward home I came upon two young men on the porch roof of a house on my street. They had shovels and snowboards. While I watched one of them strapped into the snowboard and slid off the roof, dropping straight down onto a snowbank, which he boarded down into the street. I applauded. He shoveled a little more snow into the bank, and his buddy dropped off after him, landing well on the snowbank but wiping out into the street. He got up laughing and wiping off snow, while the dogs and I waved goodbye and headed back to the warmth of the kitchen.