Peter Larson & Blue Design

Six degrees and I’m watching the wind whip the snow through the back fields. The cold precipitates the atmosphere. The sky is purer, clearer; the snow whiter.

The wood stove is as hot as we can get it.

The chickens come out of the coop for a breath of fresh air. They stand on one foot or the other.  Their feathers are puffed to thicken the layer of insulating air. Only for a few minutes.

Outside my back door the world huddles and dreams through the cold. Be still.

And there is much that tells us to get moving.
.           If our hands are warm on the way to the car,
.           and the car starts,
.           and the roads are clear,
it’s just another day.

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