"As the young mother from Wisconsin would later describe to authorities, from the pitch-black, a dim glow suddenly appeared out of nowhere along the horizon. It was just after 6 p.m. The woman, her husband and their toddler son patiently waited as the lights slowly grew bigger, and brighter." (SCSO).
My family has been in Wyoming for several years now. We're used to cold and snowy winters. But, it's obvious to me that we still are not at the same level as some of the natives in this state that absolutely adore this time of year. This is my open letter to them and you if you share their joy.