Cold

Today the air was more than bone-chilling cold.  By the time we entered the blissfully heated mall on the way to catch the bus to school, it was hard to bend my legs.  My hair, where my hat pushed it close to my cheeks was covered in white ice crystals.  It was cold enough that the air instantly dried my mouth and throat, and barely seemed to reach my lungs.  It was cold enough that even being anywhere near a door inside a building required a toque and mitts.  

It was a beautiful -30 downtown Ottawa today, with a windchill of -37.  

Cold enough to remind me how much I love sweaters and scarves and mittens and blankets and sunshine and electric heat, and even fires when someone else looks after them.