We worked in the grim cold and blowing though inconsequential snow all day then at the moment the sun committed to dropping below the horizon, to begin her journey to visit my children, she turned her fleeting lights on me. Suddenly and very briefly, sepia turned to glowing golden.
Yesterday was calm and though cold with little sun the animals and I chalked it up as a good day. We have had so much wind lately that when it is still it feels both ominous and charmed all at once.