It’s a chill sort of morning and I am smiling. Smiling over having been allowed to sleep through the night. Over a smaller number on the scale than yesterday’s indulgences (lemon meringue pie – oh my) should have earned me. Over the sight of the valley I see from my windows here. Our valley, I think of it now. The evergreens and birches alike are flickered with frost, the thick bracken and dried out grasses[...]
