You stare out the window and see
the thermometer reading 0.
You have to go outside anyway.
If it helps, think of those mornings
when it was 78 and humid and you still
had to cut the grass. Everything’s
a trade-off. They interviewed
a woman on the TV’s noon news.
“The cold is bitter and biting!”
she scowled through her wool scarf.
I walked through the snow
just after sunrise and was stunned
by the world’s beauty. This afternoon
I visited a friend and heard the children
next door squealing in delight as they
raced down the hill on their sleds.
It’s forever true: It’s not what’s happening
that matters. It’s what you make of it.