You can tell it is winter now. Some mornings the harvested corn fields are as white as snow then the ice melts slowly as the sun lazily makes an appearance on the horizon. Sometimes it’s dry, sometimes it rains, wonderfully turning all grassy areas in a muddy sludge, ideal for taking the dogs out for a walk. Not. If you’re lucky the wind lies still when you’re out and about, but boy if it’s a bad day the wind with its chill factor will cut right through you like a sharp knife. What doesn’t change is the sky. It stays grey, whether it’s light grey or dark grey, it’s simply the shade that changes…
