Back to single digits this morning, but still, nothing to get upset again after February. There’s cold and there’s cold. I took Red out for long walk up Macmillan Road this morning, the sun was out, it was beautiful and bracing. I always pause to give thanks at the crest of the road, I couldn’t walk up it last June, I sail across the top every morning like a sailboat with the wind behind it. The windowsill gallery is full of promise this morning. I wish the same for you.