From inside the house, the winds whipping against us in gusts left me feeling like we were in a lonely house on the prairie, isolated from any wind breaks.
I had not been out since later afternoon and I just ventured to the way a bit to a local Quick Trip for a Diet Coke. The snow flurries were moving horizontal with the wind. The temperature is 16 but the wind chill is 3. The snow isn't doing much. It's a fine dry variety and the wind will not allow it to pile up so far it just blows it back and forth across the streets and walks.
A good night to be home inside. I good night to read or write or both. Pizza, movie, that kind of night. I'm not complaining... there are many places where the snow is piling up and creating travel problems. It's cold here but travel is fine for the present.
I was making some notes about some of my favorite poetry books I've read this year. Trying to narrow it down to maybe my five favorite. I'll plan to post the list tomorrow.
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