The sky is so full of emotion these days, I always wonder if they aren’t sending us messages, this dusk seemed especially beautifully, I stood beside the donkeys as I just finished dumping hay into the feeder.

The sun was about to set on the hills across from the farm. It was getting cold, the temperature was dropping quickly, the wind was picking up from the South. In a few minutes, the light would leave us. As much as I hate the dark days, I love the cold days of winter.

Winter seems more honest to me than late Fall, the snow is pure and quiet, the cold has integrity somehow. The color and light are beginning to come back to me, and light up my soul.