I saw this Minnesotan bluegrass band this past weekend in Fargo, North Dakota.
Hello moon, Good morning Venus:
Up early to see if my car would start, the smallest bit of hope was left in my bones, but the rest of my mind and body won. Another day my car sits frozen in the tundra, a place I now call home.
But even with a failure under belt at 6:30am I cannot help but be astonished by these skies. The stars seem so close you could grab them and the moon only seems like a short walk away.
I apologize for a lack of photos these past couple days but the transition has been, well, transitional…my first day of work started off with a -50 degree blizzard and two cars not starting so you can imagine how that day went. The good and bad meld together and with each passing evening I remind myself to take it slow, change isn’t always easy. I always pride myself on my ability to be thrown from one life to the next, but I gotta give it to the Minnesotans, this life is tough. I’ll admit I have a bit of work to do.
I’m finding joy in all the little things up here still and by next week I know I will finally be settled for good.
A Minnesotan Now:
As I drove into the night, crossing over Wisconsin into Minnesota, a sense of home came to my mind. The moon shown bright overhead and the rolling hills of Southern Minnesota were blanketed with speckled shimmering lights from each home for miles. The Big Dipper was out and I felt I was being led by the stars back to where I belonged; up North. It might have been the cold that made the night air seem crisper but it looked as though Minnesota was at peace all bundled up beneath its blanket of snow.
Driving, the winds whipped snow across the lanes of the road into patterns that mesmerized me. The beauty in the twisting and swirling of the winds made it almost impossible to keep my mind focused on driving. Being back in the snow belt felt fitting and one could only appreciate it after having missed half the winter in California, I was strung out but could not contain my excitement to make it home.
The rivers and lakes seemed to pop up left and right along the road and I knew I had to be getting close; leaving the Driftless and entering into the rugged glaciated country. After a couple turns onto more and more country, unplowed roads I found my drive way. The land, the house, the barn; all fulfilling a dream in my mind.
Welcome to my new home everyone, for I am a Minnesotan!