The Heart of Winter
My sweetheart had never seen or heard of "freezing fog" until he moved to Montana. After he said that today, I thought about that. I have lived all over these United States. The only place I've seen the the countryside engulfed in fog while it's also sub-zero temperatures, is Montana.
This can be a harsh place. The hardy souls that settled this land had to be the toughest kind. Michael and I have had a few theological discussions about whether or not there is purgatory, somewhere up there, near heaven. I was pretty sure we settled that debate after some study a while back. But today as we drove through 100 miles of freezing fog, he said, "You know what? There is a purgatory. It's Montana in the heart of winter."
Now go make something beautiful,