Reaping the whirlwind

Cold jetways and snow; a glad dog; thick stew and dark beer warm my soul; thin ice and few shanties; the silent glide of skiers; tacquerias and surprise jazz shows and forgotten glasses; fleeing the Chicago snowstorm to Manila indiepop; post-blizzard Madison, just dug out; "It's an ice shovel, you have to understand the physics"; warm jetways and gentle rain again: a brief trip home, but very satisfying.