Most seek shelter in the coldest of temperatures. In the animal kingdom, “shelter” tends to only equate to a covering deterring the airborne elements, wind, precipitation. Adaptation has outfitted many species with body coverings, and even still they must endure the unpredictability of Nature’s cleansing seasons.

So what is my excuse?

Efficiency is the key to conserving energy and controlling stress in the cold. The body must remain relaxed to keep the flow moving. The breath is slow and strong, and the expansion and contraction pumps the heat exchange through the personal shelter beneath the skin. It’s the coldest morning of the year, and I was determined to experience the sunrise, amongst my stirring otter friends, literally upon the frozen river. When the reeds would creak I would slowly turn to see if they would join me, but even they were waiting for the sunrise.

Another embodiable transition in Nature, the sun blazing into view lifts the dormant spirit and vibrates the freeze. Its energy can be exchanged, and its symbolism can aid in the warmth. Like the Taoist monks, I utilize a breathing technique to amp the body temperature just to a point before perspiring. Even in the zero degree cold, I can endure. Perhaps it is my acclimation from my daily visits, or a strong will. Though, the elements will always prove to test. It is hard to not be challenged by the birds that surround and observe my technique, content in their minimal movements. The otter mother is at the edge of the bank, watching, now outside the reeds and exposed. She yawns and the steam that rises justifies her comfort. She relaxes onto her side and slides her face in the powder. Regulating the salt keeps her coat free. Will she slide out onto the ice to join me? Some of these moments I keep for myself…

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