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| No-name creek re-freezing along its edges -- |
As I pulled on winter boots and coat and scarf and chook and mittens this morning, the temperature was 23ºF, with a “feels like” report of 9ºF. What is nowadays referred to “feels like” used to be called “wind chill” not all that long ago, but when I was a kid, it wasn’t called anything at all. We just had temperature, no matter how hard the wind was blowing and how much colder it felt than what the thermometer showed.
Crows calling in the northeast at 9 a.m. sounded like ducks, their voices muted and distorted by the wind, that wind in the tall pines sounding like waves out on Lake Michigan. If woodpeckers were at work this morning, their hammerings were drowned out entirely. And yet, although the forecast had called for nothing but clouds today, large swathes of blue sky showed as the sun rose. A welcome sight!
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| Glimpses of blue sky and morning sun! |
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