While the eastern half of the nation prepares to be slapped sideways by a massive blast of frigid Arctic air, I have been gazing down at Hauser Lake in wonder.
Why wonder?
I am shocked to see patches of
unfrozen water on the lake. I have never seen open water in the first week of
January. Usually, the lake is locked under a sheet of ice long before I am
lingering under the Christmas mistletoe, hoping Desiree will grant me a kiss.
So far this winter, we have only occasionally seen temperatures cold enough to
freeze the lake, and my snow shovel is standing in the corner of my garage,
collecting dust.
Sure, you could argue I don’t need
the chill of winter or its blanket of snow, but they’re essential to our
northern rhythm, to the balance of seasons, and to the moisture we depend on.
Simply put, we need snow, and we need the cold.
—Mitchell Hegman
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