Frost bite

Minus twenty-five this morning 
and not much change through the day, 
except for a beautiful dusting of snow much of the morning.


The writer, contemplating.

The trail I meant to climb, before the snow. And the cold.

And the writer, again contemplating.

1 comment:

  1. Your writer is contemplating just about the same way I do...lol. Love that last shot, and envy you all that snow. I came to love it when we emigrated to Ontario, and still find myself missing it.