The temperature approaches twenty below zero. The cold will last for three weeks, the weather bureau informs us. The day is wonderful, however, sunny, dry, and sparkling like champagne.
I went for a walk with my wife. Once outside, I sense the deep truth of Bob Dylan’s words: You don’t need a weatherman, to tell which way the wind blows. My cheeks know.
In one story, she is the daughter of Spring and Frost, who yearns for the companionship of mortal humans. She grows to like a shepherd named Lel, but her heart is unable to know love. Her mother takes pity and gives her this ability, but as soon as she falls in love, her heart warms up and she melts.
Plinius wishes friends, colleagues and readers a fruitful New Year: