Wind Chill

Some mornings require a cup of hot tea, a warm scone,
and extra prayers for protection and wisdom.

Thankfully, the wind has died down a little.

I can now sit by the window 

without the threat of getting motion sickness.

There is a doe hunkered against the wind.

She is under a tree and flanked by tall bushes.

She knows how to escape the worst of the blustery snow.

Some days require defensive measures.

I want another blueberry scone.

I will settle for another cup of hot tea.