Tuesday, January 5, 2016


Winter in Maine.

I go to work in the dark, come home in the dark. It's bitterly cold. Single digits. Sidewalks are covered with snow and ice.

Pipes might freeze. Ice might fall on your head. You might slip and fall on ice or skid on black ice and smack your car into a tree.

You can ski which is like flying. You can snowshoe through deep fluffy snow and discover animal tracks and cloud shapes. There are no bugs. There is stillness. Sometimes snow glitters like a blanket of diamonds. 

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