Hot hot hot

The remaining snow on our deck is grainy and heavy with moisture. It's an incredible 31 degrees in the sun and the eavestrough occasionally drips on me, giving me a quick splash of relief.

My skin is so hot that when I put snow on my arms to cool down it instantly melts. In a blink it evaporates. It's not long before I notice my arms burning and I wonder how this can be. I'm surrounded by snow. But sheltered in the lee of the house and on a south facing deck, it's hot enough to imagine I'm in the Caribbean. If I close my eyes.

Hans brings me a chair for my feet, a glass of cool wine and a thermometer to gauge how hot it's getting. I'm trying to read but I keep glancing across the ravine at the great horned owls' nest. It's just so nice to bask outside and let the hours slip away...

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