It's snowing, little tiny flakes.
23 F/-5 C, NE winds 21 MPH...windchill 8 F
It's a wind that blows over glaciers, down a river valley and across a sea to where I am and then goes on.
If you go to this wind map and zoom in, it looks like living fur.
This morning I remembered how much I like the word "resilience."
There is this little bit from a poem.
Not sure how I feel about the whole poem,
but this bit...
Only stay quiet, while my mind remembers
The beauty of fire from the beauty of embers.
From "On Growing Old," by John Masefield