cold day

Tuesday January 22nd, 2013

It’s Cold

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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