First snow. Not much but a enough to convince that it’s winter. It’s the end of November and Cooper and I headed to the summer house on Thursday evening. Brought my computer so I could work on Friday. Outside it was -10°, inside we had a fire going and it was nice and cosy.

The world is in a tailspin. Reason and common sense feel so yesterday. I don’t listen to the news anymore. Not that ignoring it will make it go away. I just don’t want to think about it as there is nothing I can do. I live in the moment. I revel in the beauty of the here and now. I am lucky, the here and now where I am is still wonderous and beautiful, and not being blown up or shot at.

Cooper and I take a walk on the local roads. It’s midday but the sun hangs low over the horizon. The shadows are long and the sun glares behind the trees or straight into my eyes. There is no wind but it’s freezing cold, my boots and jacket keep me warm. The tractor is still there, as is the caravan. Same sights, different light.

Anna and Maria come out on Saturday. We take a longer walk. The sun is still shining but the temperature is now just above freezing. Life is fantastic, fuck the world leaders, their egos, and the games they are playing.