boniverotica:

During those few days in late August when the heat forces us to give up our afternoon chores, Bon Iver and I prop a fan in front of the open icebox, and he paints a wintry scene to cool me: hiking to our favorite sledding hill with a flask of hot cocoa spiked with whiskey; the year the big blizzard came and we awoke to find the drifts had reached as high as the second story windows; the sight of the pond covered in snow, the tops of the muskrat lodges just barely visible.