Frostbite Advisory Issued

We are in a cold snap,
have returned from our walk
in the woods feeling quite
frozen - that was a wicked wind
hurling darts of icy air at our
faces. Our toy poodle now in 
his carry bag over my shoulder,
I sit on the stool while the
photographer snaps my 
passport photo. My cheeks red,
my hair awry, a veritable 
squirrel's-nest of hapless
disarray, until my husband
steps decisively forward to
gently smooth it so it clings
docilely beside my face - the
photograph fine, after all.