It’s about as cold as it gets here: 20s during the day, single digits overnight. All the odd little places where puddles form are now cold and dry. The frozen ground has that weird dry sponge feel underfoot, from the way the ice expands in the upper layer as it freezes. And this dairy crate left outside has a thin layer of ice across the honeycomb pattern on its side.
The January thaw can come by whenever it likes.
Writing Every Day 