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.