Winter finally arrived in Minnesota. This weekend, it's supposed to be 15 below, before the windchill. As our garage door opened this morning, I could see heat waves dancing on my windshield, over the boundary between inside and outside.
I don't know why I choose to live here, when it gets this dangerously cold.
On the Interstate Commute
This biting winter
morning, white exhaust plumes trail
cars clogging black roads.
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