Cold scent of a clear winter night, Jack rabbit hides under shadowy sagebrush. Spare light from far off porches and a fingernail moon reflects on frost coated ground. A dog's bark in the distance, echoes across the rocky gully. Orion shimmers in the East, his nebula like a piece of white down, floating between his knees. Frosty air chills the inside of my nose. I snuggle my ears down into my coat, and wish those warm gloves weren't lost. I feel the cold air in my lungs and taste it's icy flavor. Each step that crunches on frozen grains of decomposed granite, up a steep quiet road, Brings me closer to warmth, smiling eyes and a hot mug of comfort.