I got myself into the hot tub right quick tonight. In a robe and slides, 27 degrees will get you moving.
I love a cold winter night, especially from the warmth of the tub:
The edges of the pond have a thin sheet of ice that seems to breathe slightly over the ripples fanning out from the waterfall.
Orion’s Belt sticks steadfastly against a blue-black sky, and stark and scratchy tree branches huddle together under a waxing gibbous moon.
As my fingers prune up and the hour gets later, I brace myself for my speedy return to the house.
My Corner of the Village 