This week was frosty gray.
Like the wind rattling the window panes.
Like the grinding of my teeth as we spend another day imprisoned.
Like a fortress.
It was gray.
Like my relationship with winter.
A thoughtless fling, all engrossing but in a wink it‘s lasting much too long.
Like a wish to hibernate until Spring.
Like settling for nap with my baby instead.
Like my favorite yoga pants.
Like silver down.
The Prairie Hen in NE