|Photo credit: Rhiannon Elliot|
Its official folks. The cold is here.
This past week has seen the temperature dip into what I fondly refer to as "damn cold."
Really, there is very little difference in the twenty degrees between twenty below zero and forty below zero. The cold changes when you hit fifty below.
The above photo is taken from the hill on which the university perches. The smokestack is from the power plant that powers the university, and is partly why I fell in love with my man.
"Smoke plume rises" is a poem he wrote about this view, one I had struggled to capture in its beauty and its ugly. When I heard him speak the poem, I fell a little bit in love with the handsome stranger on the stage.