Winter blues

The full moon blue night sky on a frozen lake is the heart of winter kind of feeling for me. These few months are the time of year full moons transit brightly through the sky high over snow covered landscapes. Ghostly greens and vibrant pinks dance across the horizon in front of us at -27°, and that feels so much like home.

Every one of us was bundled up tightly in our parkas, in our big boots and big mittens, faces covered, and that was a kind of comfort too. It’s a comfort of what winter should feel like and how I love it to feel like. So having to dress this way out of necessity feels almost like a privilege when so many days and nights lately just bounce between 0 and -10°. My fingers and face appreciate the warmer temperatures very much, but for my heart, the -30s are far more comforting.