I suppose there are days I'm just not cut out for the cold. Even with my parka, mukluks, and fur mittens. Today was one of those days. A sixty mile trip by snowmachine into a windy freezing abiss is one I usually enjoy. But today the wind was mean to me. It scolded my toes and bit my cheeks. I tried to fight back- I cursed it once or twice. But alas the wind spirits do what they will without any remorse. Darn you Jack Frost- you're a mean one. And my burning cheeks will remind me of your strength for days to come. I love the cold. But it's nip is sometimes too cruel for my tender white cheeks.
