Sixteen degrees here this morning!  The snow will not melt, even though the sky is clear blue.

This short poem is appropriate:


"The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams."

-  M. Romeo LaFlamme, The First of March