Today it feels like minus 19 degrees. Douglas, the cat I found hugging the tree trunk by the train tracks, would be frozen solid. Olive could have had the same end, seeking warmth and finding none. Thank goodness we found each other. And thank goodness I'm not riding my bike across town to my old apartment. Thank goodness we're here together, and I'm sorry for all the strays in the world. I've seen them frozen out there, unrescued, and imagined their end. I feel their end. Any warmth we can generate in the ice world is the difference called life, and any warm memory is recalled life.