the cruel indifference of February…
I follow the thin line of a salt path,
like a Sherpa walking a mountain pass.
If it weren’t for the sublime-ness of this intense cold, I would think February is being merely cruel.
The cold seeped through the cracks in the shelter basement and into the boiler pipes last night – turning stem into ice – before then creeping into the bedrooms and bathrooms like a silent serpent in the dark.
We allow the homeless to stay in today (if they so choose). Small mercies on an otherwise bleak winter landscape where everyone waits for Godot.
-30 in Halifax. -40 in Quebec and Ontario.
The north continent asleep in the deep freeze, while we scurry like mice over iced sidewalks – blowing puffs of clouds as we go.