Cold. Oh so very, very numbingly cold. It's ten degrees, but with the wind chill it feels like one degree. One tiny Fahrenheit of warmth in the air. The earth sleeps. The trees and the green things sleep. The people shrink inside their clothes and dream dreams of warmer days. And still we all live here, in this place where it can be so very cold. We are all mad as hatters. Speaking of mercury poisoning...
I did not know Fahrenheit needs to be capitalized. And spelled with an "h". It's derived from a proper name, you see. "Daniel Gabriel Fahrenheit (24 May 1686 – 16 September 1736) was a Dutch-German-Polish physicist, engineer, and glass blower who is best known for inventing the mercury-in-glass thermometer (1714)..." - Wikipedia.
There you go. You can learn something new everyday. If you are so inclined. Some Dutch-German-Polish guy is responsible for the many incidents of mercury poisoning from broken thermometers.
See...this is what I do. Make connections. One thing leads to another...
Cy Curnin, the lead singer of The Fixx, and prominently featured in the above video, moves like an Englishman. And how does an Englishman move? Well, like him. I'm not sure why it's different and distinctive from an American male moving, but it appears that way to me. What do you think?
As I was saying, before I was interrupted by my own thought. This is what I do. This is why I am Corpus Callosum. I make connections.
But back to the cold. Once upon a time some famous writer somewhere (I posted about him once but I don't feel like looking it up right now) mentioned it was poor form to begin your story with weather.
But I think, I think, I think if I started with an thorough description of the main character dealing with the mind and body numbing cold, a cold he cannot escape until his damn difficult quest is finished, that might be okay.