It’s cold here as we speak late this morning (16F with a 4F wind chill), but there’s no significant wind to induce pain. Yesterday morning, it was just as cold, but there were wind gusts of up to about 20 miles per hour coming off the sea and creating ghosts from the powdery snow on the field:
It was beautiful, but too cold for softies like us to stay out long. By dusk yesterday, however, it was only cold again and the deer dined al fresco in contentment where the snow once blew:
(Brooklin, Maine)