Rain and mgmt. And notebooks and forms. And a clean kitchen and a camera.

Today I hallucinated a donkey into the yard.

Last night we had a crazy snowstorm. Snowspat? It didn't last long, but it came out of nowhere, under a big clap of thunder, and managed to re-cover the ground in white in a matter of minutes. I'm not complaining; I look forward to warmth, but I immediately miss the nighttime light that snow provides. Walking back from the barn the other night it took me a while to figure out what was so different; where such dark came from.

Hello.