Precious few raccoons will be seen in the district today. Rumor has it they are dormant far below the city in their warmer sewers. But the birds, and the homeless, are outside, fluffing their feathers.* A junco waits patiently while a chickadee shovels coal into her furnace. Tiny contrails of breath through 'minus'cule avian nostrils cannot be seen through the mere 2 pixel camera. The dancing from foot to foot on the tree branch, take our word, it's happening.Schools are canceled everywhere.
The First Congregational Bible Study group is canceled. No gestalt 'hall-ice-inations' for that bonded, stalwart, faithful bunch today.
Dee is making french toast for the birds outside the back door. Not; but she does throw seed and breadcrumbs with merciful abandon.
Auto exhaust clouds are white surrender flags, high in the sky.
In our bedroom, ice formed on the window pane behind the drawn shutters near the room humidifier running steadily, on high.
Hark, the herald angles ice-osceles all over the place
on such a 'California-Dreamin' winter day.
* and the Waukesha Plan Commission voted to allow a church to be used for a temporary overflow site for the homeless. Some neighbors and some of the BID (Business Improvement District) opposed it, but Right ruled over Might.
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