It was so cold early this morning I had to take care of the animals in two shifts. Having a sick sheep adds to the morning chores, so I came back into the house between feeding the sheep and donkeys and taking care of the chickens.
I sat at the dining room table, the fire in the woodstove made my skin tingle and a cup of hot tea warmed me inside. As I sat there, the sun joined me, intense orange lighting up the wall behind me, the table, and the many things on it.
The sun streamed through a card I made over the weekend and was intending to be sent to a friend, making it glow. Winter Sun were the words I had written on the card with the knit hat and yellow starfish.
It was as if I had invited the sun in and he came for a visit.