Views from my windows, at noon. They say the amount of snow is uncharacteristically small for the season, yet it has piled up so high we can hardly see out anymore. Temperatures have dropped below -10 degrees this past week, and the lake has finally frozen over. I went skiing 12 kilometres yesterday, under a full moon on the rise. Moonlit mountains could well be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It is exhilarating to find that I am growing stronger and braver each time I head out. The distance to loved ones is gnawing at my heart, but I’m holding up okay overall. Prospects of making it through this winter look good.
Love and winter,
Winterdragon
