February 18, 2015

Chop Wood, Carry Water



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You crawl out from under the warm blankets. You can feel the cold instantly and your body tells you to stay in bed. The window is frosted up from the cold the night previous. You make yourself some hot coffee and shake the cobwebs from your mind. Then it’s off to chop some wood for the fire. Chop wood, carry water, do what needs to be done. The sun is higher in the sky and you can feel its warmth on your back. You kick the snow off your boots and go back inside for another cup of coffee. You think of…nothing in particular…only the joy of these kind of mornings.

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