The Small Things, and the Wind Chill

Tonight was the patient kind of night, the quieter night. Everything is relative, of course, so especially after two nights ago, we’d chalk this one up into the more gentle category. It was the perfect kind of night for appreciating the sparkle of the snow in moonlight, how far the earth had rotated in relation to the stars since we first arrived, and how it no longer felt ‘pretty comfortable, actually’ toward the end of the night after a few hours outside at just -25 or so.

Sean NormanFebruary