warm fingers

i spend most of the day outside, sometimes it is because the old farm house has drafts and my fingers get cold but most of the time it is because i know how lucky this prolonged fall weather is. i can't get enough of the pasture, the stone walls the fallen pine cones. today i stayed extra long, yes, my fingers were cold and i could no longer stay in. once outside i found the sun, i followed it till it warmed me up, till i pulled my gloves off and even my hat and could easily click the shutter of my camera. then i chased the sun as it rested on seed pods, rusted leaves on delicate branches, wheat and even on tolstoy's nose.

sometimes looking at it through a window is not enough,so you must step outside even for a minute and let it warm you..but around here it is never for just a minute

*music is a gift from sara pride and prejudicethanks sara