in the moment

ten degrees ouside and only the Warm winter light drapes across me. The wood stove burns hot and crackels and hums to its own tune. The dogs come in with snow on their noses and between their toes. Tails wagging and happiness.

I curl into his favorite sweatshirt and soak in his smell, dream of him in the mountains in another hemisphere. Thinking of our reunion in the spring.

The sun shifts, temperature drops. The elk have begun moving down the slope and pass the house. They are ever aware of the here and now. They huddle in the protection of the willows for the night.

The sun shifts again to a line of crimson on the horizon, I put more wood in the stove, and smile at this moment in time. In the middle of the long winter dark winter. The light is always soft and gives depth to the world.

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