h, 'twas a particularly c-c-c-old February morning last week. I was inside, toasty warm, minding my own business which involved intentionally drinking very black coffee at turtle speed. My tip-off to the mind-numbing cold was not the thermometer but the fog that hung under the low sun rising. When the temperature plummets in Yellowknife from the cold to ridiculous there will usually be an icy fog that hovers low to the ground filling cracks between trees and houses and brave be-parka-ed souls trudging to work. Well, I thought it was called ice fog until I looked it up. One needs humidity for fog and we are rather sparse in the humidity department - quite rather. What we have is called "diamond dust". (If it's in Wikipedia it must be official.) Isn't that beautiful? And it is beautiful.
Sun butter dollop ice cream snow.
Woollen blanket tangerine smother.
Ice castle rock concert.
That same evening there was a full moon. We raced in our truck and it was neck-and-neck the whole way. Darting out of sight in backyards and emerging in split-seconds. Crunching through birch, sipping sap and spitting bark.
MAN, it was cold.
Bless my soul, I'm glad for window panes and thermostats.