When the sun rose over that frozen white landscape, the December morning became an incomparable shade of blue. Memories of winters long past blew by until they lay piled up knee deep in the corner of the study. The unforgiving dark and cold of winter hangs like lost ambition, or perpetual regret. Life can seem so unforgiving. But the sun rising over a snowy plain offers a refreshment all its own. “Write me something for the morning,” he said. Something blue, like the early December sky, and unexpected, like an earthquake and an empty tomb…