This morning’s brutally cold temperature of 7 degrees (“real feel MINUS NINE”) was slightly undercut by the presence of a bright rising sun (at least psychologically), but the brisk wind chill made for a bitter walk. Last night was worse — with a “real feel” of MINUS ELEVEN, walking around in the dark was a punishing experience. The record high for this date was 59 degrees in 1974; the record low minus 4 in 1948. Just to give some context.
Walking with my dog in Deering Oaks Park this morning, I did experience a moment of sun-warmed bliss, but it was surrounded by moments of harsh discomfort. As mentioned elsewhere in this blog (see I Have a Dog), this dog is amazing. Nonetheless, she likes to go for long walks, seemingly oblivious to weather conditions, always eager to sniff and explore every oak tree, every hint of food, every tuft of grass.
The sun is brighter these days and a warm-up is expected soon. And at least it’s March, such as it is.
Featured frost bubble image courtesy of Pixabay.
50 Shades of Winter 