You crawl out from under the warm blankets. You can feel the cold
instantly and your body tells you to stay in bed. The window is frosted up from
the cold the night previous. You make yourself some hot coffee and shake the
cobwebs from your mind. Then it’s off to chop some wood for the fire. Chop
wood, carry water, do what needs to be done. The sun is higher in the sky and
you can feel its warmth on your back. You kick the snow off your boots and go
back inside for another cup of coffee. You think of…nothing in particular…only
the joy of these kind of mornings.
