I call this Fire In The Sky. A sunrise from the workshop at the Hotel Lafayette in downtown Buffalo, New York on January 8, 2008. Photo was captured at roughly 7:30 a.m. (EST). That morning was followed by a day of record temperatures with the highs reaching nearly 70 degrees Fahrenheit (21 degrees Celsius) despite it being in the dead of winter. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
She turned to the sunlight; and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” — A.A. Milne
English: Sundogs on New Years Day 2011, near Carthage, South Dakota. Ambient temperature was near 0 degrees Fahrenheit. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
(While walking my dog this morning, in the lower Hudson Valley of New York state, the temperature was 21 degrees Fahrenheit. When asked to comment on Mr. Milne’s statement Winter laughed: The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Be well and do good, friends. And, stay warm.) — YUR
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In this case, dead is good. Long live spring!
I guess we will never know how far in advance the *secretive setters* of the Cryp actually write the puzzles. For the third full day of spring, you’d normally say winter is dead … or maybe not. Hope you thaw out soon, Unc Rave.
Elisa,
I don’t really want Winter to die. Just to go dormant for the next 8 months, or so.
hal,
It shoulda probably been a pretty safe bet, but . . .
— YUR