Winter Cold Moon
As Kate and I got up from our nap, the north winds had begun to howl. The arctic air has swept down over the tundra, over the occupied southerly reaches of Canada, skimmed Lake Superior and the Boreal Forest, which ends here where we live, and blasted its way into Andover. That’s why I visited the bees today. At noon it was 36, now its 10 and the temperature will continue to fall, the windchill as well.
It is now the winter of my content, a warm home, a good wife, loyal dogs and a place to work. Plenty of books, broadband and plasma TV. The isolated life has never been more connected.
