So many trees. So much blue sky. And the twisting, winding roads that are always merging the two.
Minnesota is warm now, but not too warm. The people here are filling in with a cozy friendliness that sticks to skin far longer (and far more pleasantly) than sweat does.
Lubavitch House is empty–the hungry kind of empty. Itching to be satiated by tomorrow’s delivery of energy, craving the fullness of its eager, friendly girls.
It is waiting, arms wide open. We all can’t wait for you to get here.