You Can Say This About Winter

This morning we awoke to -14 wind chills. James Lileks observes:

"(W)hen it’s five below at one in the morning and the wind makes worried moans, it’s good to be inside with a fire and a toddy and similar boons of civilization. But let’s say you do step outside. The dog has to go, and you might as well share the pain, if only to file away this moment for the day six months hence when you complain about the heat. You look up: no clouds. Three hardy stars. A moon as hard and bright as a spotlit polished pearl. It’s beautiful.

Then the dog barks, angry, as if you should be able to do something about this. Blame the moon, dog. Do you just as much good."

CWCID: Instapundit