Snow
By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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Snow

Temperature reached -5c last night, this morning the farmhouse is covered in whiteness.

An awakening cold, that draws ancestral spirit ever closer.

Glad to see steam coming from the farmhouse boiler [needed a new pump], but the dog is looking sad, in the kennel, after he tried to bite me twice yesterday.

I went for a short walk in the morning, then a longer walk in the afternoon, disturbed by a scream I thought I heard.

I overheard a few sentences but dismissed them as auditory hallucinations, there was nobody in sight.

In the evening we drove up a hill to see the rising moon, it is a place I regularly let go of stress and anxiety.

By Léonie Cooper profile image Léonie Cooper
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Diary Woodburn Farm