There was
Artificial Moon Light.
The man likes to read at night. He's got this tiny LED clip on.
I've been using it for night stitching while he's away. I should get one too.
It's cold. I will sit by the fire today. Chicken likes the window seat. He keeps an eye on things. All night he is on watch. And through the morning until Fred finishes breakfast outside the window.
I wish I could let him in . But I don't think it would work out.
After last night's chill, this morning's 14 degrees feels like a heatwave. I poured balsamic vinegar on my oatmeal this morning instead of the intended maple syrup. There are seasons of the mind as well I thought to myself. Have I reached winter?
