Although it’s title could well describe the sudden warm spell we’re having in upstate New York, this poem is about sometimes finding beauty and a sense of kinship where you least expect it.

"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
Although it’s title could well describe the sudden warm spell we’re having in upstate New York, this poem is about sometimes finding beauty and a sense of kinship where you least expect it.