the way the air feels

[asakiyume]

Up until today, the air has been cold and sharp enough to cut your airways and lungs when you inhale. Today it's as soft as an old shirt that's been washed a million times--the kind of shirt that small children like rubbing their cheeks against. Being outside is like rubbing your cheek against something that soft.

... Those stones from last entry. Maybe instead of imagining them wandering this way and that, I should imagine the ice and the water and the wind playing a giant, incomprehensible game of checkers or chess or mancala or something with them. (What would the rules be? I can imagine the wind and ice trying to teach me, but geologic logic might be beyond me.) The stones may be the pawns of the wind and the ice, but perhaps now and then one or another rebels and moves about on its own.

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[marmota-monax.livejournal.com]

It's really something out there this morning.

I opened up the barn to let the wind rush through, because it is a warm wind, which helps dry things out. I fed the animals outside in the snowy paddock for the first time this year, but the sheep don't like the wind and I had to put hay in their ricks inside the barn. The llamas don't mind the wind and are out in the paddock nibbling on the hay. I think it makes them feel like they're on the high puna of their ancestors.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Their wild llama blood probably perks right up :-)

(As I write this, the breeze is feeling colder again...)