Hunkerin' Down

Every winter, it takes a while to feel the ebb and flow.

And get in a rhythm.

A dance.

And once you do, life becomes...well, life.

You know that when you visit the outhouse an hour later, your tracks are blown in.

Everything seems larger than life. 

And slower paced, due to the cold.

Sure, there are struggles.

But you trudge on.

And may even take a rest now and then to keep up your strength.

And dream of Spring.

Until then, we will continue to enjoy the winter beauty.

Always, God willing.