Ever since Mr. Husberg's sixth grade class, I have loved the whole idea of tundra. It's one thing to read about it but when the landscape is buried beneath ice for months, it's nice to see a little sleeping grass poking through.
I'm a writer and student writing on the edge of finite and infinite. Join me as I struggle to find balance between the limitless possibilities of the "what if...?" and the finite world of life where time does not stretch on forever. Sometimes I make it work but mostly I get it all wrong which provides much useful writing material.