Winter Cold
Featured image: Winter River
Winter mornings bring stillness, calm, and dim light. Winter is always full of otherness.
It is bitter cold; even when I don’t want to go out, I don’t know how the little birds do it. I remind myself every morning that if I didn’t want the birds to develop the habit, then I should not have started feeding them. And so I go out, come in a couple of times because it is so cold, and then go back out again.
The warmth of their little bodies serves them well, somehow. It’s all part of a very, very complex master plan.

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