When Bruce woke me this morning, he said, “It looks like a Minnesota morning outside.”  He was right.  It’s a warm January for us and outside looks like a morning in late June in our adopted hometown of Two Harbors.  Misty, gray, a little foggy and jacket-cool.  There’s just nothing like it.  Makes my heart sigh with contentment when we’re there, standing with steaming coffee mugs in hand, shivering just a little, but mostly still, overawed by the view of Superior, lost in our own imaginations together.

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