This evening the sky cleared enough to see a lovely sunset.
The bitter cold remains. Shakespeare had some interesting words about winter wind.
From As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7;
(Blow, blow, thou winter wind)
by Willaim Shakespeare.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing . . .