It's the Cold.....

Not the cold that keeps your sliced ham from going bad or lettuce fresh a day or two longer in the crisper of the ‘fridge.

Not a bottom of the chest freezer in July cold, the kind you feel digging for the last package of frozen hamburger for the picnic. That’s a pleasant diversion from the July heat and humidity kind of cold.

No, this is a deep tangible cold. A grab it out of the air and hold it cold. It’s the cold that descends into the Midwest in December and hangs on until the flowers start to peak out of the spring soil.

It’s the cold that makes your eyes ache and the hairs in your nose feel crisp, ready to crack if you breathe too deeply.

It’s that cold which makes the ice. The ice that thins at the shore trapping air bubbles. Bubbles that eventually freeze in layers, trapped until the thaw of warm air and bright sunshine. That’s the cold I wait for, save a vacation day or two for, chill my toes and bundle up in layers of insulation before I venture out in. To get the shot……