Sometimes I paint, day 12

It is single digits this morning, with a wind that picks up anything that isn’t nailed down or frozen in place. Pancake ice on the river, moving like it was already late to where it was supposed to be. Although this cow isn’t moving. Nor is he nailed down. Just facing what must be faced. Happiness has nothing to do with it.

 

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