A Morning Here in Duluth That Got Me Thinking About This This time of year in Duluth, the morning shows up kind of quietly. The sky starts out that pale, washed-out gray, and the snow in the yard looks blue until the sun finally gets some confidence. When the wind rolls in off Lake Superior, … Read more
A Morning Here in Duluth That Got Me Thinking About This A winter morning in Duluth has its own kind of quiet. The house is warm, the furnace hums steady, and the light outside comes on slow—more gray-blue than gold at first. If the wind’s coming off Lake Superior, you can feel it even through … Read more
This morning in Duluth I opened the back door just a crack to see what kind of day we were dealing with. That’s how I do it in December. You don’t swing the door wide like it’s July, because winter will remind you who’s in charge. The air had that dry, sharp cold, and there … Read more
This morning I was sitting at my kitchen table in Duluth with a cup of coffee and a slice of toast, just taking my time the way I do now. The light was slow coming in—December does that up here. It’s not like summer where the sun pops up early and acts like it owns … Read more
This morning I opened the back door with my coffee in one hand and my other hand on the knob, just taking a second before I let the cold in. That’s something I do more in winter. In Duluth, you learn pretty quick that a door isn’t just a door in December—it’s a decision. The … Read more
This morning I stood at my back door in Duluth with my coffee warming my hands, and I just watched the world for a minute before I stepped outside. The porch boards had that winter creak to them, and the air had that clean bite you get when the wind comes off Lake Superior. I … Read more