Cold and windy day in the desert.
Road runners puff themselves up against the weather.
I am puffed and curled up listening to the wind.
What is is there better to do on the day after a holiday?
How much joy there is when one starts one of the rarest of treats,
a book you can't put down but don't want to end too soon either.
The book: "March" by Geraldine Brooks, the story of the father and husband of "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott. Mr. March joins the Civil War as a Unitarian Universalised Chaplain.