on the move again

snowflakes come down on the log cabin in my head.
it's seventy seven degrees and sunny outside in real life.
another beautiful california afternoon.
i am tired.
i want to curl up on my big log bed and hibernate.
my hands are tan and strong.
my body is lithe and wound up for climbing mountains.
my heart is somewhere between hawaii and montana,
not sure where my fantasy ranch begins.
my companions are my sister and the brown and white paint gelding.
it seems so far away today.
at least my sister is visiting.