Letting Go

Today it’s 13* degrees outside.

I’m going to head out in a bit. I let go into ‘cold’. I let go into ‘me’. The eider ducks are happily swimming. My writing is done for the day.  It’s time for the crunching of snow underfoot, black capped chickadees at the feeder, clouds of my breath in the air, stalking the footprints of fox and rabbits.