On a recent trip to the area in Ohio; where I grew up as a child, I went for a walk in the snow almost every morning I was there. Living in Florida, I had almost forgotten what snow looked and felt like. The cold air during the morning stroll felt good on my face. I was bundled up and my face was the only place left exposed to the elements. The snow flakes sparkled as they passed in front of the darker pine trees. A few strokes of raw sienna emphasized the dead grasses which were the only remains of the plants that grew around the pines all summer long. Now that I am back in Florida, I think of my family and friends often whom are trying to keep warm in the subfreezing temperatures. Meanwhile it will be cold enough here tonight to start a fire in the fireplace. Feel free to come and join me.