It will be -4' tonight. Nothing is moving - it's very still beyond the windows. The moon has laid tree shadows across the yard . The water in my heated birdbath is the only thing above 32' and it looks so strange - that little puddle of liquid in that vast frigid landscape. As I sorted through the photos from Florida they seemed a dreamscape. I remember watching the Woodstork and Little Blue Heron as they stalked the shore and thinking how these birds were involved in survival. Tonight I try not to think too much about the local creatures and a night lived in sub-zero temperatures.