As I walked out toward the lighthouse
in St. Joseph, Michigan last weekend,
I was reminded that even when every-
thing feels frozen and dead, there is
still a strong current moving beneath
the surface. Out there in quiet cold you
could hear the drumming of the ice
beneath the surface as it was moving.
You could hear it, but you could not
see where it was happening. There
was such beauty in the mystery of it.
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