Montana, I love you. Deeply. But since it’s been winter since, oh, October, I’m validating the fact that I really miss Bellingham this morning. I miss wandering around the shores of the bay-never knowing what you might run into… That deeply saturated dreariness is such a contrast to the brighter, more washed out light here. Both are absolutely equally beautiful. But I am a soul who craves two places at once. Perhaps that is God in me, who is Omnipresent….