Polar Vortex cracked its knuckles overhead then pounded its fists on our roof. Sound Sleep cowered with thoughts as dark as the night. None of these poetic musings emerged as I rolled out of bed. (Encased in long underwear, flannel pajamas, ice skating socks and weigh down by a down quilt, “rolled” exaggerated the grace… Continue reading Polar Vortex Lemons Into Lemonade
