Monday, December 22, 2008

Mormonia in the Frost-Land

It is the land of the ice and snow.

Snow falls in drifts and flurries, clogging roads, roofs, car-windows. When the snow does not fall, rain drenches hapless pedestrians; when the rain, too, falls not, gusts of freezing wind batter cars and people alike. It is an ill time for travel.

Yet this we do. We travel from Oakland - itself beset by rain and darkness - to Salt Lake City, covered in wintry white vestments. (The trip is hours delayed - but I digress!) We travel by motor-car to Orem, buffeted by deadly wind and unable to see the road-guides. And there we meet at last that fellow long severed from us - known to some as Sib-Sib, or Ethan.

It is a joyous reunion.

There is much to do, and little time - I will write more later.


Calvacadeofcats said...

what fleeting festive joy a splash of could watter in a stuffly environment of drab literature

Cavalcadeofcats said...

That made exactly no sense.