The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet / Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit / Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed / In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
As described in Ralph Waldo Emerson’s poem “The Snow-Storm,” the winter months are often best spent indoors, the days too dreary and the nights too cold to venture outside. To help pass the time, here is a sampling of stories from our January issue to enjoy while we get to work on a full issue next month.
[and don’t forget to buy your copy of the yearbook if you haven’t ordered one yet!]
