Work....work....work

What a beautiful day.  It's still cold out but the sun is shining. It's the perfect day to write. After some weekly errands I will come back to the mountains where it is still very snow capped and the wind whispers through the pines.  The floors are cold to the touch, even through my warm boots. My mattress is hard and smells of farm animals.  I am in a place where the  cries of children missing their mommies....echoes in my head.