Years past, when I first came to the north, I absolutely loved the cold. Walking in the woods with temperatures 20 to 30 below zero and being startled in the absolute frozen silence by old maple trees splitting making the sounds as loud as rifle shots is so fixed in my mind that I can hear them when I close my eyes and travel back to that time.
Today is the last day here in Little Finland until spring. Like Willy Nelson’s song, “On The Road Again,” I’m out of here and headed south to fairer climes and new, yet unknown, friends.
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