Osler's Razor

For many people in Minnesota, winter is their favorite season.  It is the one that most defines the place-- no one has winters like we do-- and brings out the character of the people.  These are people who like to walk on snow, who thrive on skis, and who relish that first cold snap.

For many people in the south, winter in Minnesota is defined by a Dristan commercial:  Miserable people with colds suffering in a wind and freezing-rain storm that will last for months.  The truth is rarely much like that.  It snows big, dry flakes, and many days are sunny, sunnier than you can imagine, with the light bouncing off the snow and compounding.  The sky is a bracing blue, and sound carries over the stillness-- you can hear people on the lake talking as they walk or ski.

I like that, in the same way I liked Texans taking to the summer, seeing the beauty in that extreme, the heat shimmering off the plains, echoing back up to God.