Places in the north are beautiful shades of white with flickers of light bouncing off the ground. What it would be like to live in a place where you can go out in a jacket, winter pants, ice skates, and go put a few in the back of the net. Tonight I watched a man wander out on a frozen pond lit up by floodlights in his backyard at 11pm in a cold, quiet little town. I just stopped to watch it happen. It’s one of the 5 days in the summer when I show up the beach, and it’s overhead high glassy drainers. You don’t stop looking, you don’t stop doing. It just happens, and no one will get to experience it except the people who stood there in awe of it.