It seemingly is the mid-winter mark. February officially becomes half gone on Monday. I measure winters here by the remaining piles of wood, running calculations and estimates and using my spatial abilities to ascertain if enough remains. I have plenty, but still I run the calculations.
More snow has landed. Cold has returned, being a mere four degrees this morning.
It is another weekend of reflection. Time to ponder, wander, explore and experience myself and be thankful for the stillness of this mountain. There are a few folks here, but if here, they are settled and not wandering much about.
The stove is stoked. The wood piles stocked and dry. The dog is fed, walked, and resting as he always does. It is calm. It is still. It is what it should be today.
Enjoy your Saturday.