Painfully perfect

Too beautiful to go inside, too cold to stay outside

After a miserable first half of the month, the last 10 days have been magical. Temperatures have plummeted and the days and nights have been clear. At my dining table next to my south facing window, the warmth of the sun on my skin is undeniable, but on just the other side of these 35 year old windows, it’s -34°.

These days are full of everything I’ve always loved so much about February in the past.

The ice roads, while washboardy through some stretches, and narrowed by snow drifts through others, have led us out to the most beautiful secluded corners of frozen lakes; and on this particular night, out to one of my favourite, favourite locations ever where the aurora met us within minutes of arriving.