Lee Thomson

Having run out of snow, I am saved by fog.

I drove to the barn along more roundabout roads this morning, looking for views and ideas for the next half of March. I found some bark, and some big trees which may or may not translate, and this lovely foggy view back along a tiny dirt road.

I take horses up and down this road, so driving on it feels strange. I should be taller, and clip-clopping, and feel the wind on my face, and see ears framing my view.