Not long in, me, from the NE cold wet winds of the North Atlantic swirling, mixing, depositing wet snow on my nape, and then stalling in combo with westerlies from Lower Canada and southerlies from the US Seaboard such that nare a strip o wind exists and all is silent yet making exposed skin and clothed joints ache. A young man would revel in such weather. Tis a night to be in the DEEP woods to feel FRESH and ALIVE!... to have ale and venture forth in squinting darkness to explore what is and where it is at night on such a night.

Been there, done that. I choose the warmth herein. Thanks for sharing it with me. I mean, it's frigging nasty wet and cold even without any wind eh? Screw that! I am gonna have ale and cook a nice scoff and watch some of the comedy shows I taped on the PVR and crank up my furnace... NO splittin kindlin an startin yer birch bark fire. I ain't a pup no more.

I hope youse all are comfy too.