They had been saying it was supposed to be cold, possibly single digits. It was -11 degrees when I stepped off the porch. My nose hairs froze immediately, the taste buds in the middle of my tongue seemed to have frozen just as fast. I quickly changed my planned route in case the cold forced me to turn to home sooner than anticipated.
The only sound was my feet on the frozen pavement everything was still, in deep freeze. I wondered if I would ever warm up? I made it through the first few miles and chose to push on past the warmth of the house I felt strong and surprisingly comfortable.
My eyes teared and froze on my cheeks. A frost developed on my vest and collar of my jacket as the heat from my body escaped into the bitter cold air. Ice formed in the folds of the fabric of my jacket at the crook of my elbow and would periodically pop off as I moved my arms flying into the air.
Wood smoke, diesel fumes and cow manure are standard run odor's this time of year some might say the smell of winter but that is hard to explain. As I climbed the last hill towards home an odd warm breeze hit me in my frozen face and on that breeze was breakfast: eggs, sausage, bacon and coffee. At first I thought my frozen brain was playing tricks on me but as I continued I noticed an door propped open while the resident loaded wood into the house. Oh..... sausage! It took everything I had not to turn and bound up those porch steps and into the kitchen for breakfast with the family. My pace quickened significantly, I focused on the top of the hill with a new vigor, breakfast was a mile away.
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