I am NOT a morning person. I am a pull the covers over my head for five more minutes person. But today I had to get up. The sun is shining in my window. It sparkles off the dusting of snow from last night. Puddle coat the street. All this implies that it is a beautiful day. Even my front stoop, facing south and receiving the morning sun, is disingenuously warm.
All this tries to lure me out of doors.
But I cannot be fooled. Checking the thermostat, I see it is -6 outside. (That's 21 F for all you Americans.) Though the wind can barely be seen as it blows through the leafless branches, I know it's there. The wires leading to our house sway ominously. I see the brave souls walking, bundled up, only their eyes peeking between scarf and hood. Even the extra challah, tossed out for the squirrels is left behind, too cold for the squirrels to venture out.
And so, I pull a quilt around me and close my eyes for just five more minutes.
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