While nursing colds and frostbite made possible by the unkind touch of a mature Winter, we are comforted by knowing that the worst is behind us. In the knottlane catechism, there are three torments to the unferno. There's the icy separation between us and the lake water in addition to the knowledge that we only have ourselves to blame in that we did not flee to warmer climes back in October, but at the heart of Winter is the seemingly eternal nature of the season It's mid-January. We know it'll get cold again, but with each passing day the cold becomes more hollow as the calendar chips away at the icy core of this glacial period. The season is old enough now that we can stick our heads up from under a snowbank and see a day that the maple trees are tapped, streams are running and the ice-out contest is up. Between now and then there's only a little bit of football, fort building and the 23rd Annual Lake Lucerne Bottle Rocket War. Huzzah!
-Nemo, not a Niners fan
