Winter

The temperatures have dropped to uncomfortably low levels.  Last weekend's wind tore shingles off the neighbor's house and blew out a basement window at our house.  What an inconvenience. 

The house feels cold.  A week ago I was on the beach. Cabin fever is spreading.  This is just the beginning.  Officially, winter doesn't arrive for 8 more days.   

This morning I went outside to retrieve the newspaper, silently cursing the 5 degree bone-chilling cold.  Then I looked up.

This is what I love about winter. What a beautiful start to the day.