Magical things happen at 17 °F below zero. Water vapor in your breath become ice crystals, making it appear as if you have transformed into a dragon, breathing fire and smoke. The hair in your nose freezes instantaneously upon contact with the outdoors. Smooth surfaces become ad hoc skating rinks, or if caught unaware, dangerous traps sprung by Mother Nature with the intent of reintroducing you suddenly and painfully to gravity.
The world at minus 17 °F can also be a source of great beauty. Our three weeks in Minnesota produced three respectable snowfalls, accumulating in fields, amongst trees, and along riverbanks and roadsides. Frost and snow embraced the landscape like a freshly laundered white blanket, each flake a unique and beautiful specimen.
In a few short expeditions outdoors, Winnie was able to capture some of this natural beauty.
So today, as we leave behind the bone chilling temperatures of central Minnesota in favor of the comfortable 70 degrees of Mexico City, I wanted to take a moment to be grateful for an extended holiday with friends and family. Thank you all for your hospitality and generosity.
I also wanted to express appreciation for the experience of another Minnesota winter… the kind of appreciation that is best done in hindsight and from behind closed doors… preferably with a warm adult beverage.
Farewell winter wonderland