It’s raining. I’m wrapped in a blanket drinking tea, and I am almost emotional with gratitude. And if my heart is swelling in thanks,...

Ice crystals form along the plastic walls of the tunnels. The plastic sheeting becomes brittle in this cold, like a sheet of thin ice. It...

As I relished and basked in that aforementioned “Second Summer” of my last written piece, I was enjoying a sweet and synergetic dance...