Here in Iowa we are finally starting to come out of the deep freeze. Unfortunately, we are entering the Land of Ice. The trees are covered with it. The road signs are decorated with icicles at forty-five degree angles. Luckily I didn't loose power like some did. We were covered in about 1/4" of ice with freezing fog and rain in the forecast for this weekend.
In this cold beauty, time freezes and the world sleeps. In the middle of the frozen fog, it seems like nothing else exists. In this space between worlds, what calls to you? What does the winter weather outside say to you? What words or images are spoken?
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