It is seven degrees inside my house.
This morning the car registered minus four.
In the lake we were advised by the keeper of temperatures the water was four or thereabouts.
Afterwards, the neoprene of my bootees having temporarily stuck to the frozen ground, pain shot through my fingers as blood and sensation returned.
When the planet reaches 1.5 degrees of warming all hell will break loose.
Wildfire, drought, famine, war, species extinction.
I sit in the cold, bobble hat and thick jumper typing.
My dogs are oblivious.
Perhaps we should be more like them.