Short Story - A Dog and a Backpack

John looked up, the sun was high and bright, scorching really, if not for the contrast of the snow and ice covering the ground in every visible direction as he looked down again. Up on the top of the trees some of the ice would always melt a bit, but never too much, as it was still quite cold. He often wondered how cold it was but with nothing to check he&rsquo;d settled on Too-F-Cold ºC.