After the morning ritual,
and a good run of chores,
I stepped out to outside
to marvel at the nature.
I grabbed the tentacle like icicles,
scooped up a slice of cut wood,
and looked at the horizon over the top of the hill.
All was silent, and satisfactory.
I took one step at a time
careful of the slippery ice
and arrived safely to the warm room of my home.
1.28.2026
