By tundra I mean my front yard. The twelve inches of snow from Christmas has yet to melt, and we've added another foot since then. Now, before any Northeasterners start to poo-poo our paltry two feet of snow, might I add our projected high temp for the day is 5 Fahrenheit? That equates to -15 Celsius. Then you add wind chill, and our 5 degrees feels like -15 Fahrenheit (-26 Celsius). If you live in Canada, North Dakota, Montana, or Antarctica, mock away. We still have Caribou, Maine beat.
So I bring you Jack London's "To Build a Fire". If you've never read it, you're in for a treat. I think H.P. Lovecraft owes a bit to London and other Naturalists--they were the first writers to remind us that the universe doesn't really give a shit.
Have a frosty one.