If anything, the cold has pumped Fate up, in the cold it is not possible to tire her out, nor does she ever tire on her own. Walking this morning along the frozen meadow near the farm, (that is Bedlam Farm in the background on the right/center of the photo), Fate flew across the snow and the ice, it was early morning and finger-aching cold.

She always comes when called, running just as joyously as when she is tearing across the wide open field. When she got home, she was right at the gate, ready for more. Watching her run is a gift in the morning, it always inspires me to write and get to work.