It’s cold outside, 14.
Horse waterers frozen.
Heat water, hike to barn.
Hope horses drink it fast before it freezes.
Back inside, build a fire,
write, read a novel set in Venice,
drink tea from Ceylon,
message friends in Asia, Africa, South America,
feel grateful for modern technology.
Glad I did not live in those “good ole days”.
Look forward to another year filled with joy and wonder–