Route 30, Hebron, sunset

A powerful, numbing kind of cold swept in late yesterday afternoon and it seemed that the world had changed a bit, the sun a hazy yellow as it sank over the mountains. We fed the barn cats and got the donkeys into the barn and it hurt just to take a breath. No walk today. The air dried out my voice and eyes and fingers and it seemed that the composition of the earth changed a bit. The animals gather into themselves and are very still. They accept trouble, and wait it out. They conserve energy.