Cold

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It’s been a winter of snowfall and temperatures I now perceive as mild (but once would have considered frigid). I enjoy the blanket of white over the landscape and the smoke rising from chimneys. I don’t enjoy the endlessly chill in my feet and the necessity of wearing many layers at all times.

But the horses live outside in this. Esti sits in the yard of her own volition and loves the icy romps and snorfeling through snow. They obviously must perceive the cold, but it doesn’t bother them. I would like to learn that trick.

In the meantime, I’ll rely on candles and throw blankets and mittens.