Today was the first day of winter. It doesn’t say that on the calendar, but the puddles in my driveway and the pond at Tree Frog Farm were frozen over: it’s winter. I lay in bed tonight watching the beginning of Fanny and Alexander, full of candles and ice and Christmas and sex and food and snow. Heaven. I shouldn’t love this time of year so much; I get colder than anyone I know, in spite of all my Saami genes. I sleep with three down comforters.
The picture above is of me and my daughter, skating away from Shanan :) Those blades on the ice are one of the best sounds in the world.