Our Alaskan Winter, 1949

I’m thinking about snow a lot these days.

There’s a certain romance in thinking about “rugged individualism” and the great white North….but, in reality, snow can be kind of a pain in the rear.

What good Norwegian would say something like that?

I’ll tell you who: a Mailman Norwegian.

If I’m just out getting some more wood to stoke the woodstove….coming in for hot choclate….learning to cross-country ski through a quiet forest…then I’d have to say that snow is the most amazing thing ever.

It doesn’t get any more magical.

IT’S “THE BOMB”!

But….being responsible for delivering a bunch of junk mail in bad weather sours me to all the white and slippery stuff.

I hope that I can just play in it someday and not worry about keeping the pieces of paper out of the elements.

I hope that snow is magical soon for me.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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