Swampers

In need of fresh air, I pulled on my swampers and went for a walk.

What did I find? Cold air nipping. Snow crunching. Grasses rustling.

Water flowing. Ice forming. Nose dripping. With fingers tingling, I returned to the coziness of the wood-fired heat and company of family, thankful for the blessings of this day.
(Thanksgiving 2008)