No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
Heraclitus
How could it feel colder? The wind. I was doing my morning things I do everyday. I went out to gather snow, it was brutally cold. It felt like -40 but in real only -26. The wind.
Snow got gathered, cats fed. A bag of pellets was brought up. The cats water and the bottle I left down stairs from yesterdays melting, was crusty from ice, but still mostly liquid. It was poured into cat bowls.
Coffee was in the making. I had not had one for a couple days, maybe more. It was time.
The fire now made was lit. Snow in bowls on top.
Same old, surviving another day. Why do I do this day in and day out. Same answer.
NEEDS DOING.
I had to include a version with lyrics. I think I am getting too old to hear the words. No joking.
