The air was thin and brittle, like paper.  It sliced through flesh, wrinkled with every breath, and crumpled under foot. It was as if nature had been wrapped in a thin layer of cellophane, restrained and crinkling with every movement.  It was a bitter and unforgiving landscape that stood stark and…

The air was thin and brittle, like paper.  It sliced through flesh, wrinkled with every breath, and crumpled under foot. It was as if nature had been wrapped in a thin layer of cellophane, restrained and crinkling with every movement.  It was a bitter and unforgiving landscape that stood stark and…

The air was thin and brittle like parchment, slicing through flesh with a stinging, biting edge.  The earth labored in the frigid temps, creaking and cracking in the might of its icy embrace.  The polar vortex had returned, uninvited and unwelcomed. Winter poses certain obstacles or opportunities, depending on how you choose to look at…