As I finish feeding the hutch calves this clear evening, I look off to a sunset sky in the west and catch a glimpse of the West Mountain Ski area beyond Glens Falls, New York. It sparkles in the distance like many diamonds. At home the sky keeps changing and is both cold and lonely looking as well as very beautiful. Droplets of frozen ice hang on tree and shrub branches and I find them enchanting. There is an old tree stump by our house with a hole in it that I can see the dimly lit sunset through before complete darkness descends.