A friend texts me a photograph of bluebird skies with distant islands; it was taken from the black ice in the middle of the lake. You’d think I would be happy for him, right? The photo is so beautiful; I can’t stop going back to it, completely mesmerized but also admittedly envious. Envious that he was out there, that he was brave enough to be on that ice. I am perfectly satisfied with my day until I see that photo.... Read more