January 12, 2011

Howl of wind outside. Our gentle snowfall has become an angry one; the weather changes but does not improve. I tried to remember the last time I’d walked barefoot in the snow, and couldn’t, so I did again. It was bracing and uncomfortable, but I have to report that now, half an hour later, my feet feel WONDERFUL, as if massaged by cool hands. While it’s still dark I should roll around naked in it to see if it has the same effect.

(Here is omitted a lamentation so gloomy and ferocious I'll just keep it in my journal and hope never to read it again)