Winter Skin

I go outside each morning to breath the air, take in the weather, and look around. My wardrobe is bare feet, gym shorts, and a tee shirt.

In today’s moment, accompanied by Quinn the Black Paw and Papi of the Ginger, I said, “It’s not bad out here, guys.” Quinn responded by rolling around on the patio while Papi scanned the perimeter for intruders.

After a few minutes, I returned inside and checked the temp on my small weather system. Thirty-one degrees F.

My winter skin is coming along well.