one wrong turn

by underswansea


Spent the day in the new shop. It isn’t finished yet.

The light is good. I whittled some wood. Willow walked around, low, checking the place out.

It has warmed up. Light snow everywhere you look.

I figure the lake is hard enough to skate no matter where.

The garbage bears haven’t hibernated yet.

When it comes to bears there is always a few casualties.

The cold closes in on the men with guns.

It’s the cold.

The cold that does us in.