I arrived at work this morning in the frosty twilight of predawn, a dramatic wash of light from East to West painted across the sky, and I left the office with coat buttoned up and hat pulled low against the icy pitch blackness of a ‘night’ already two hours gone. I enjoy the long summer evenings of the 55th parallel, but, goodness me, this part is tough.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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