It hadn"t been so very long since I had last seen Villmark. Only a few days. But when I arrived there that mid-April morning with Nilda and Kara by my side, everything just felt different. Not like I was seeing it for the first time. More like I was seeing it with new eyes.
Part of it was the weather. I had moved to the North Shore in September and had survived my first Villmark winter. I had also seen some fine days with lots of sun and blue skies, but never one so warm as this.
After being covered in mounds of snow for months and months, everything looked wide-open now. The shutters were down from the windows, and the streets were wider without the snowbanks taking up so much space.
But those were all good things. I should be looking at Villmark and seeing a happy place, because it wa
