The evening temps hovered around 29 Fahrenheit. Although we’ve been in Bisbee for three nights so far, this was my first on the patio with only my thoughts and the frigid night air.
I took my perch.
One man traipsed by, eventually disappearing into the hills via a broken, haphazard staircase that didn’t seem to have an end. Every step and pant echoed through the valley. The amplification of sound is one of my favorite parts of freezing cold winters. ‘Never tell a secret on a cold day,’ they say. Frigid temperatures slow down speed of sound and also carry the sound wave farther, according to a few articles I skimmed.
