Day 25, Tuesday, March 25

brief night sit with the boy.

chill breeze moving over the land and through the treetops, like a visitor. bits of ice or frozen leaves tinkling as they skate over the crusty snow. bare ground, warm some days now, is cold and hard again.

all the blankets bundled about the little one didn't protect my back and arms from the cold. the harshness of the world means a lot more when we're exposed to it directly.