I walked the mile or so to my workplace yesterday in a "Condition
Alpha" storm, walking WITH the wind, mind you, and downhill, all the
way ("Alpha" is a storm warning with winds up to 30 mph). With an air
temperature of 6 degrees F, anyone who isn't prepared would certainly
wish that they had stayed closer to home.
I was bundled: insulated snow pants, insulated parka, insulated hat,
scarf, polartec 200 gloves (sorry for the jargon). With my parka hood
up and fastened at my chin, I was toasty. But, as I walked, the cold
shivved in, I felt the little knives of cold slipping between seams of
my armor.
Wind-blown snow was quickly forming two-foot-deep drifts across the road,
the blowing snow was cutting the exposed portion of my face like sand
in a dust storm. All sounds were made mute by the wind, and as I
walked on, I thought of the hunters who were on the ice and how they
were enduring this storm. They were in the open with no oasis of warmth
a short way away as I had waiting for me, no taxi to carry them into the
the wind, and safely home.
At some time, we all have had these broken-glass grains of sand blow
through our lives, and we hope for a resting place that is safe from the wind.
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Updated: 5:12 PM GMT on April 14, 2009
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