We have a good old-fashioned cold front blowing in, at exactly the time it was promised. The temperature is dropping 40 degrees and it will be below zero the next several days.
This happens every winter (but not last winter, which was alarming) and I like the opportunity to hunker down and listen to the wind, full of gratitude for being warm.
After this stretch, we will move toward Spring, however slowly.
Today I thought I’d join my husband in his shop and read. I imagined something cozy– the wood stove, Miles Davis on the boom box, the scent of freshly cut boards. After 20 minutes, the screech of the bandsaw and hum of the sawdust collector sent me back out, down the icy path, and home.
Almost immediately, settled in my chair with my book, the wind began to blow.