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.