Lately each morning starts with the red squirrels. Either the gray squirrels are eating elsewhere first things or they are sleeping late.
It started out clear, with a fresh dusting of snow stretched out beneath blue sky. The shadows stretch long across the pastures and today’s sun will only climb 24˚ above the horizon here at “high” noon. A 24˚ storm is coming over the western horizon, promising 15″ of snow. Temps all below freezing, hanging around 15˚F.
NPR, the wallpaper of my indoor life, sends me twirling in the kitchen, succumbing to the need to boogie in the living room. 15˚F outside keeps me dancing indoors and the music moves me often, thoughts of my adventure adding momentum.
