The city on a winter’s morning

[pegkerr]

It was -22 F (-30 C) this morning. The sky was perfectly clear, but the plumes of steam rising from the buildings and the exhaust from the cars made ice crystals hover, shimmering in the air. Just as I passed downtown on my way to work, the rising sun’s angle turned the reflecting windows of the office towers to molten gold. The hovering mists of water vapor wrapped around each tower turned their blaze of light into a shining nimbus of glory.

Yeah. Like that.

I must re-read Connie Willis' story "Cibola."

Comments

[aome.livejournal.com]

Oh God. I don't think I could survive that cold. We had, for us, a cold snap a few weeks ago, where the high temperature hovered in the upper teens (lows around 0F) and that was quite bad enough. I prefer cold to hot, but there are limits. ;)

But that was a beautiful description. Between you and pingviini (in Sweden), I have been treated to some stunning, poetic views of winter.

*hoists mug of tea* Here's to warm thoughts.

Debbie
Watching the snow waft by

[peacockharpy.livejournal.com]

You make the city in winter sound so beautiful.

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

Wow. Good thing you're writing a book about winter in Minneapolis, otherwise turns of phrase like that might be forever lost.

B

[kishmish.livejournal.com]

You make even -30 sound beautiful. I didn't think anything could make -30 beautiful.
*shivers at -11*

[shusu.livejournal.com]

Oh yes... exactly like that. It was strangely still and wonderful today, until I got to the gas station and realized I'd forgotten my gloves. I was glad I didn't stick ^_^

[valancy.livejournal.com]

My God! and you like Connie Willis!

May I friend you?