As the daylight fades, the animals and I try to make the best of the time left before evening, where the next sound will be only of breathing.
Later, much later, on a wee walk-about in the dark of an ice-bound night
Then two stars flickering beside the silver moon, in the immense dark heavens.
Blessings so greatly abound—if we just look for them. 🙂
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,