The sunrise was crimson & wide. Deep grey clouds. Warnings for folks to keep inside. A windless cold. Swinging arms for warmth.
I don’t need much else these days. Inside & outside in synchronicity.
A heavy snow that turned quickly to hours of rain & then froze with a snap. The creeks in our forest are mostly iced over. I call Sadie back from its edges but she likes to tempt every fate. I sit with back against this tree on most of our walks, drink luke warm coffee, maybe eat half an apple, have some cold, cold water to wash it all down.
Sweat drips down my temples even though it’s minus ten or even less. One snowshoe after another breaking the crust, slides back on the sugar powder underneath. I knock my head on a tree bent right over the trail – defense in action, lack of attention to boot.
Back home there is coffee &, remarkably, over fresh raspberry strufflewafen from our neighbour. Sadie finds my daughter in bed where it’s warm. I do my very best to keep my eyes open, but my feet are up, quads still protesting & the heater is on.