Today I can’t seem to warm up. We do have a cozy house with a woodstove here on Pender, but the fire has gone out. Being chilly like this reminds me about times when I have been in the mountains on long trips, soaked to the bone, unable to get warm. But, I have mixed feelings about being this way. In a weird way, this chill takes me to a sense of presence. I can almost smell the snow, the dampness, and the wind
