I touch the frost with my bare hands as I open the gate. It’s beautiful. The icy crystals sparkle in the weak early morning sunlight and...

A full pond after the rain... I hear it gently patter on the roof and my lips cannot help but lift at the corners, a hesitant, tentative...

Photo by Matt Dodd on Unsplash “Come along my little love, time for a pee,” I say as I stand outside in the cold, crisp, night air.  ...