It is an eerily beautiful winter morning. |
121 miles to Bismarck on an eerily beautiful winter morning, Currier and Ives, yesterday's Kinkade, should preserve it for future generations. The bright red-skied dawn has given way to an intense, eye catching snow and frost dappled wonderland. The mercury of the neighbor's, barn style thermometer barely edges above the 'too cold for my car to start' mark, but start it shall. 121 miles to Bismarck. Bigger airport. Cheaper flight. Emily and I will be together before darkness again falls over this frozen wonderland. Another 121 miles to Bismarck, Emily and I have made this trip before. Last time I was nearly too excited to drive the 121 miles. Today is a beautiful, snowless mid-winter day. Morning came with temperatures slowly climbing from a bit below freezing. Small patches of frost are on the road, mostly clear sailing for 121 miles. I wish we could delay the start of our 121 mile journey forever, but start we shall. The pre-dawn darkness and promise of freezing rain has given way to brown, sun-dappled fields devoid of snow. Nothing catches the eye for the entire 121 miles. 121 miles back to Bismarck and a bigger airport, cheaper airfares, a one way shot to Vegas. Emily will be back home to her mom and other family before darkness again falls over me. 121 miles of lonely tears. |