Gordon Lightfoot’s ‘Song for a Winter’s Night’…enjoyed and set aside during summer days, the warm lyrics are tucked away in my mind. Yet they linger at the edge as the leaves begin to fall. They wait to be reborn at the end of January when everything is frozen and sleeping exhausted under frozen crystal, salted roads.
How could I have forgotten one of my favorites? Our good neighbor to the north…
690 Saint Paul 