Despite the cold weather we had here in the Catskill Mountains, I tried hard not to let the winter get the better of me. Sitting by the fire every night was a comfort and it is where I spent a good deal of time drawing and knitting. But the comfort did not come without cost. Jay lugged in wood all winter long. It was a hard job especially in such brutal weather and wind chill factors below 25. However, without the cold, the warmth would not feel so so good. The fire never so appreciated. I spent the winter being grateful for the fire and its flames and for the flicker of lights it gave; so bright in the darkest of winter. I would turn off the lights and dance by the fire. Sometimes Jay would join me. It is moments like this when the spirit moves me. How wonderful!