wild ice

As my family drove from Arizona to Minnesota earlier this month, I picked up local papers whenever and wherever I could. Disappointingly, most of the hotels we stayed in only offered up USA Today.

We stayed in Miles City, Montana one night and I found a copy of The Billings Gazette at breakfast. There was one story in there that I read, tore out and then read aloud to my family as we drove through the arctic temperatures. (It was -31 degrees that morning. For real.) And I want to share it with you, too.

There is a lot of really bad news to be shared each and every day. So much that my brain starts to fold in on itself when I reach a certain point of saturation. But, this story about wild ice, was a poem to me. It helped my mind unfold, breathe. I hope it helps your mind breathe better, too.

The title that appeared in my hard copy is, “Skaters go in search of untamed, pristine frozen water” and the online title is “Skaters finding prisitne frozen water.”