one wrong turn
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.