Today, I started with a pleasant morning conversing with my hosts, then got in my jeep and drove south toward my dad’s home near St.Paul. The roads were sometimes covered in snow and ice, so I took it slow. The wind forced itself through the cracks in the Jeep’s canopy, and onto my face. The scenery was pretty, though: large expanses of pure white fields and lakes, interrupted by snow frosted pine forests and small towns. I crossed perhaps ten rivers, including the Mississippi three or four times. As I drove south, the Mississippi became wider and wider, until near the end, a perfectly straight strip of unfrozen water ran down the middle of the otherwise frozen surface, indicating the location of the current.
Being the shortest day of the year, it was pitch black as I pulled into my dad’s home. This is where I grew up, but it is just him and his new cat now. But it still fels like home.
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