Frozen Digits

It's a beautiful winter morning as I traverse the skies at 6000'. It's -24ºC up here and colder down on the ground. The earth is peacefully frozen down below me, covered in a white glow from the full moon's shine across the white landscape. The early mornings offer this calm quietness, well, once you're airborne and have a warm blast of heat blowing across your toes. My fingers are now thawed out and my back is relaxed after tensing it, to ward off the cold. Another hour of this goodness until I'm landing on a snow covered runway and freezing my digits all over again tenting and plugging the airplane in for a cold day's wait in La Loche.