The Canadian winter has been brutal the last couple of weeks, with temperatures plummeting to -40 degrees. That’s so cold it evens out the Farenheit and Celsius scales. Numbers are insufficient to represent these temperatures. Your eyelashes and nosehairs freeze in moments. Simply put: It’s really freaking cold!
As I writer and a dreamer I spend a lot of my time viewing the world around me through the filter of my imagination. I create worlds in my mind and watch as the world in front of me transforms around my thoughts.
You know those moments when something inside you makes the outside world look different? That’s what helps me get 
through the cold. That and Sigur Ros. Their bizarrely beautiful otherworldly sounds inspired by the torn and jagged volcanic landscape of Iceland transform the bitter Canadian winter into a land apart from geography. Wild icy lands stretching endlessly until the horizon fold in on itself.
This transferral of the real into the imagined somehow makes the cold more bearable. It distances it, yet makes it more profound. The air becomes a haunting cold that whispers through the ghosts of explorers who met their deaths in the brutal freeze of winter.
William Wolfe 