The North

The ice came with the squalls out of the north under a November darkness that seems so far from forgiving.

it is not a surprise anymore… just a dread that lasts for at least 100 short days and long nights punctuated with snot and sneezing.

But I digress…

I will work and play and paint and write and read and if by chance I lose myself in dreams of warmer realms until the thaw.

Dennis Mantin