meandering on the frozen air as somewhere far to the north of Greenland where polar bears rule and human beings shiver the Inuit little girls come out to play as a peep of sun appears . . . not much more and that not for months but a dolly house to build . . . tiny igloo and a mama doll with a huge hood for her twin babies with malamute puppies to sit and watch . . . umiak to ride in to the next village one day but not now. . . someone to dance with and maybe . . . time to be happy for now and that forever for memories never die.
my winter series post for today published over on my Substack if you’d like to see-
