Unseasonable dreaming

I dreamt I was some place north, where blue faced men wear skirts and strange music haunts the air. A ghost from my past shimmered and shivered in snow and ice, beckoning me to take this journey north.

I have been cleaned and polished, laden with equipment and food, something is in the air, BUT if my humans think I am wearing these socks they can think again!

Snow socks in April? Humph.....