Sometimes there's a lot going on. Too much and too little to be said all at once. Sometimes that sometimes is for awhile and photos and beauty and cold air and heavy snow and sunsets and a wild fox in his thick winter fur are enough to fill the places where words are weak. My heart is full of the grandness and strangeness of life, how it sneaks in where you least expect it, how it leaves when you need it most, how we are small and clueless, how northern lights play a part in that. How sad it can be, how beautiful.