The Polar Vortex that’s forced us into hibernation this month has left me, along with legions of Midwestern parents, weary of constant school closings, fearful of cabin fever, and desperate to push my kids outside in their snow pants.
And then there was this. I drove home the other night, bundled in my parka, and braked when I turned the corner and found… An igloo! Engineered from ice bricks on the front lawn of a house in my neighborhood, it was glowing, beckoning, a spot of warmth during a deep freeze.
I crawled into it. There was no stopping me. It was tight in there, but so pretty. Each ice brick was colored and intricately placed. What compelled these people to build this architectural wonder? Did they have kids? Did they follow a how-to?
I’m not sure I want to know the answer. The mystery behind it is too much fun. That this igloo seemed to pop up out of nowhere on one of my regular routes. That it incited much-needed cheer and wonder in the dreary night.
With its arched door open to the sidewalk, the igloo feels like a neighborly offering, a happy place for a passerby to stop during this long Minnesota winter. I’m going to drive by often, and I’m definitely bringing my kids back tomorrow to see it with their own eyes.