Today it was cold. Really cold.
When I arrived to work this morning I said to one of my community’s elders, “Cold enough for you?” She laughed and said. “I like it. Feels good to have fresh air.” And the truth is, I liked it too. The cold air biting my face and hands helped me feel more awake, more alert to my day. It brought the world into focus.
And it made me want to sit in a warm room, with a cup of hot chocolate, and write.