There Snow Place Like Nome
(Yule Laugh, Yule Cry, Yule Kiss Ten Minutes Goodbye...)
I was born in August, and that is my season; kayaks and snorkelling and high noon sun pouring down on a white beach. I hibernate in the winter. I grinch. I grumble. I growl.
I love snow, Siberian huskies, kayaks; all products of the Frozen North. So here's a taste of winter, of the Dark Time at the End of the Year before the sun returns to warm the earth and start the cycle of life anew, and of our celebrations of that time.
I love snow, Siberian huskies, kayaks; all products of the Frozen North. So here's a taste of winter, of the Dark Time at the End of the Year before the sun returns to warm the earth and start the cycle of life anew, and of our celebrations of that time.
