A week into the farm
There is no sunshine streaming through my front window today. The living room will not by warmed in golden light, but still I have to draw the drapes. Outside the snow sifts down coating the ground in a new layer of icing. The birds have still not found the feeder I hung outside my front window, nor has the stray cat come to visit, most likely staying in familiar territory in this cold weather. The dog watches puzzled as I speak slowly into the electronic device in my hand. I should get busy there is still lots to haul and unpack and moving will keep me warm on this yet again chilly winter day,
but the snow is mesmerizing and the coffee warm in my hands.