I had gathered the last of the firewood for the night and decided to take a wee walk out to the edge of the corrals and back.

The air was rich in bursts of sharp little ice crystals; cooling everything down.  The sky  lighting up the world, in that finale burst, before the dark of the night rose up to cloak each and everyone of us.

It felt good to walk a small space, Boomer and Mindy along for the adventure.  Although, it wasn’t going to be much of and adventure…still it was a chance to clear my mind… a chance to reach beyond myself and the immediate needs of whatever that moment was.

There I stood, at the back of the farm yard — in the now empty hay stack yard letting the glow of the days ending fill me, the silence of the sleeping earth rest my body; the steady movement of the cows as they fed upon the leavings of last years crops.

Peace. Tranquility. Calm. Ease.

Then the light faded and  it was time to go back in…start a little light supper (we are old now and eat very little at night)…and give thanks for this amazing time of life I get to live in.

From my heart to your world,

Linda