Every cold, otherworldly sunset is beautiful. As I have seen friends and relatives bemoan the relentless snow and ice, I silently disagree. I am really going to miss winter on Lake Michigan. Of course if we were stuck in Kansas City, or Iowa, then I could understand.
But here along the shore, winter is beautiful. Each season is beautiful.
One more week of cold. The ice will build even more. Then we enter the days of life above freezing. The snow and ice will retreat, the water will turn blue.
One more week of winter.
