January 13, 2019
Winter has me feeling a bit uninspired…
The days are shorter and cold.
What do you do upon a winter’s Sunday
when Old Man Winter has laid a blanket of pogonip upon your world?
venture out into the cold
and snap a few pictures of course!
Driven out into the cold with curiosity
by the dusting of ice needles in the frosted world.
As the world lies in frozen fog…
all feels heavy and quiet in contemplation.
What will I see, what will I hear?
Will I see Jack Frost nipping at my nose?
I feel like I should be in a poem written by Robert Frost.
As the day comes quietly to a close…
The bulls feed quietly in the fading evening light.
I will venture back inside to the warmth and light.
Dream of days …
Sunshine and roses!
~Rustic and Refound
My mission in life
is not merely
but to thrive;
And to do so with some passion,
some compassion, some humor
and some style