Last night, I slept in a 'Quinzhee'. They are like igloos, kind of. You pile snow, pack it, then dig out a platform inside above your tunnel door inside, so you are insulated from the winds. It is an amazing experience to be warmed by the substance that is making you cold. While I was trying to sleep in my quinzhee, I drew a small rendition of it, and then wrote a small prayer. It can be a nervous experience at first, trusting that the small home you've built is going to withstand the night. In the end I had a very good sleep, and I can't wait to go back.
Keep my aim faithful
and keep the snow from collapse
There is no fear in love.
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