I enjoy the walk back to the house from taking care of our two silly hens
The winter light seems to give a glow to our home
Even when the sun is not shining, with snow clouds brooding, the sky is filled with delightful winter birds
The dying day still has echos of warmth glowing from inside to out
Even after the biting wind and great gusts of pelting snowflakes leave the air brittle and full of ice; the calmness and quietude glimmers in the air.
From my very cold, (but not much snow) world, to your heart,