Tomorrow night, the winter solstice is cold and clear, as always. We will be out in the pasture with our annual barnfire; Zinnia is invited to attend. I can last about two hours and then get inside in front of the fire. Maria goes on much longer. It’s terrific; Zinnia and Maria are mesmerized. On such nights, as cold as I get, I love where I live.

It was cold in the bathroom this morning when I shaved. I guess you’d call it a still life.