I’ll keep this quick, because I am leaving tomorrow for a little road trip to look at black beaches and icebergs, all in the pouring rain. I have been working on short fiction while I wait to sort out some depressing things to do with The American Tour. There have been staggeringly beautiful snowfalls, mists, sunrises, sunsets, clouds, and auroras. Beautiful as the countryside is, I keep looking up into the skies. More soon, my dear ones!