I've felt the coldest bits of wind touch my cheek. -40 F degree weather has overtaken my western Alaska home. My interior and northern neighbors have faced such extremes before, but I, a lonesome sea dweller, have felt barely colder than -20. It's a sharp nip against my pale pale cheeks. The dark tone of the Eskimo's skin doesn't redden as much as mine. My cheeks are completely blushed by the time I arrive at any destination. They notice, but are too kind to point out the change in my tones. I know it strikes many of them as odd. Even I find it unbelievable at times. Who knew Jack Frost could be so harsh?
