Beautiful slumber, winter’s fuzzy coat

Winter in the midwest is extreme both in intensity and in beauty. For most of her sharp edges, she offers insulation of soft white. She magnifies the short light with frozen chandeliers. It’s a love/hate relationship for those who stay.

To boys on bikes who grew up in the trailer court in a small town, winter meant bumper skiing, biking and sledding. I don’t recall every feeling much cold.

Never heard of bumper skiing? Back when cars had them, when it rolled up to a stop sign, we all snuck up from behind and grabbed on for a 50 mile per hour ski down the road. Never a dull moment! We were poor, and by necessity, creative. Those army surplus winter boots were made for the sport.