Nathan and I drove to Blackwater Falls, West Virginia where we found few indications of what year it might be. We drank beer out of paper cups and walked through the snow on an unintentional winter vacation. Winter came strong in Washington, D.C. where the city shut down in response. Whistler, Magritte, Rembrandt, Hopper, and Dijkstra carried us through the cold. I am grateful for the remaining half-burrito in my fridge and for the crumbs of potato chips that will forever be in my car.
