We woke up this morning to a crystal cold, a clear blue sky, zero degrees, the morning sun sparkling through the ice-sheathed apple tree, the Big Red Dog watching his sheep, oblivious to the weather. I loved being warm in Florida, but I would miss the crystal cold, the winter pasture, the promise and sweet coming of Spring. This is where I want to be.
21
January
The Crystal Cold
by Jon Katz