Cold

We New Englanders know the cold. This morning was 15 degrees Fahrenheit here with a wind chill down around zero. Crisp blue skies and brilliant sun take off some of the edge. But cold is cold.

Some run from the cold and move to warmer climates. Some trade reptiles and insects for brisk winter breezes. Each to his own. I'll stick to what I know.

The simple fact is that this cold is a mild sample of what the rest of the Universe is like. Dark and cold. Experiencing the cold, especially on a starry night, increases my appreciation of this special place, Earth. How can we abuse it so? How can we take it for granted once we know what a precious place it is in this Universe?