We have blue sky.
We have orange sun acomin'. The temperature is, I think, only a little above zero.
Oh, yeah, sure, it's cold. A tight frost on the windshield. Bare hands and numb fingers. Fingers number than numbers. Morning light against the side of our house. Blue shadows in the drive way.
A bank of clouds to the east along Lake Michigan. An omen? Or is the bright sky my sign? The sun against great clumps of snow in the plow banks.
A spider web of frost again on the windshield once again as I drive north.
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