The morning low was minus -6. I wasn't expecting it to get quite that low, but it did.
Less than a decade ago the notion of a Siberolina was unthinkable. It never would have entered my head. Then things changed.
There was a very long tropical period in my life. I finally got around to getting it framed. That period is over, but the mana of twenty years of island life is very much a part of who I am.
And I gave it up for this?
I gave nothing up. Those twenty years were lived in an extraordinarily beautiful place. I moved on to live a new experience in an extraordinarily beautiful place. With seasons.
There is a a lot to like about seasons. Four times a year the garden changes in extraordinary ways. I am here to witness that power.