The Right To Change Your Mind

I change my mind. I do have the heart of a Northern; a steel, icy, granite heart. I can withstand the cold. I can be stoic and brave. I like to stare across the frozen tundra and see into other worlds. The bitterness, the harshness of the environment is to be respected and feared, but not hated. I can do this. I can have frost-bitten toes and not be able to breathe through my mouth, but my love for THIS, for the here and now, transcends that.