We've stayed close to home this cold snap.
A short snowshoe under blue skies to get out blood flowing, our cheeks rosy and our hair frosted.
Our 330 sq foot box the warmest haven for miles in all directions
except inside the bodies of animals.
We see the frost, crystallized breath at the entrance to holes in the snow
and I wonder how warm it is inside the curl of a sleeping bear?
How much heat escapes in one winter?
Sometimes your breath, muffled beneath scarves and hoods, is the loudest sound in the land.
The stillness swallows all.