fresh air & loud clear train whistle.
snowy boots & white straw.
the tiny red needle on the thermometer slowly creeps up.
inching its way to the cold.
creeping into our lives.
whispering to us. it is here to stay.
the ice clings to eyelashes.
the red slaps across cheeks.
water sprays & turns to ice
& falls crashing to the cold ground.
puppy whiskers white with frost.
horses run kicking up the snow.
all is well at fishburn ranch.
the cold & us get along fine.
when the fire crackles
& the hot tea warms tummies.
we are happy.
the boss tells you it's fine to go.
& u hurry to the small town.
to bask in the warmth & cozy of the coffee shop.
friends lick lips and smile across lattes.
stories & puppy pictures.
& then of course you go find that hot-tub.
the steam billowing out of the tiny world of swirling water & lights.
the ginger hair slowly turns white with freezing steam & eyelashes freeze together. ears burn.
all is calm tho. the peace & warmth.
this winter life.
we love it.
the white mountains are still watching - ginger
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