May 2, 2007
Air howls like owls, scooping duneshapes in silldrifts, crests and cols form and deform: time-lapse photography of meringue geology. Snow strewn like a grubby down comforter; human plush toys waddle, slip and curse; wheels scrabble and spin with a fraction of the traction they need for speed. Shower-damp hair freezes within seconds; I run clumsy gloved fingers through the sparse, cracking, spun-sugar strands; pull my hat low in a vain attempt to shield eyelashes from the wind-lashes. Breath clouds crowd my face, hanging like moonlit ground mist on morning marshes. Cold breath hurts a heartburn chest.