All night long the wind howled. It was angry and wanted to let us know that if it wanted to, it could have punished us further for all of the premature rejoicing we did this past week. We cowered in our beds, hoping the ancient tree would dig its roots into the earth for dear life as the ground continued to swell around it, tempting it to just let go. Icy pellets rained down for hours, scattering like shattered windshield pieces to cover the places where the snow had melted. We were spared much further snow, just a coating blowing around. We were spared. Now we layer up again, and put on our armor, and face a bitter wind.