December 26, 2021 by Elizabeth Lerman

It has been a warm winter, for the most part, less snow, more sun - a disillusion of weather, a misinterpretation of months, a stretch of scattered seasons that dissuades the notion of tempered time. It feels, almost, like it would out West, where days come and go without hostile heat or all-consuming cold. On that end of the ocean, the cold is sought out, chased up the coast in a hurried effort to taste all the raw, ripe, earthly elements, needing to know what winter wind does to bones, needing to know what freezing feels like.