Days of Future Past

Fargo

Fargo

As I stepped outside the door into the garage this morning and put the door up, the shock of cold air on my face and the dim winter light felt almost like a time warp of sorts. It happens every year, but it felt especially strong today as I started the car and backed out of the driveway, the car’s metal creaking in the chill. It was a brittle cold, a Fargo sort of cold.