The winter of 2015 was mythic in its severity. The winter of 2016, so far, has not been too bad. I’m totally OK with that. Being able to go for a walk in January is such a pleasure, even if I have to bundle up against the cold. This week, I’ve been watching the ice creep across the reservoirs as I drive across the causeway on my way to and from work. One day this week, I saw two foxes moving through the tall grasses at the water’s edge. Beautiful. Another day, I saw a swan swimming in one of the dwindling open areas. It flipped its snowy bottom into the air when it submerged its head into the water, looking for breakfast in the frigid water. Brrr, that’s cold. Ça caille! (sah kiy (rhymes with ‘eye’)) is how you say “It’s freezing!” in French. It’s only two months until spring! Hang on, little swan.