She settled herself into the alcove of her bay window with her knees up and her writing pad in front of her. Her thoughts are of how she wants to write her letter to her Master. She felt the fresh air caress her skin. The air is a little cool since the night sky has turned dark with thick black clouds, flashes of lightning, with the sound of thunder. She pulled her knees up further into her body, setting about writing to her Master. She looked up as a loud crack of lightning hits close as the thunder follows in accord with the loud rumbling. The storm was getting more intense outside as cooler air flowed in. She shivered again as the lightning struck and the downpour began. She placed her finger on a drop of rain following it down the window, thinking of how her Master's touch brings so much pleasure to her. The storm faded into the background as her thoughts centered on that winter weekend. She leaned her head against the window and began her letter.
That was the coldest winter day she had ever been in. The snow was six feet in depth and she was enclosed in her home for the duration, as another batch of snow was going to hit on Saturday. She kept herself busy by cooking a pot of stew and baked some pies as well as the small turkey she had bought from the store two days before the storm. The storm will make it almost impossible on the roads for anyone to make it to the cabins along with her Master. She walked to the door, grabbed her coat, gloves and hat off shrugging into them to gather more wood. She needed to get more supplies out of the shed as well to keep the cabin in heat. Opening the door, she shuddered from how cold it was and stepped onto the porch to see a beautiful landscape all in white with icicles hanging from tree limbs and the roof of the cabin. She breathed deeply loving the feel of the cold air in her lungs. She shuddered again and buried her hands in her pockets, as she hurried on the trail she made through the snow to the shed.
She was breathing hard by the time she got there, opened the door, stepping in and grabbed a couple of boxes, and placed on the sled by the door to ease the weight of her carrying the boxes. She gathered the box of candles, matches, more blankets, and piles of wood placing them on the sled. She looked around to be sure she gathered what was needed when she walked to the back corner, opening the small freezer and gathering more beef along with venison to cook. Closing the freezer, she walked back and placed all her items in a box and placed it on the sled with everything else. She walked over to a shelf and pulled a box down to gather more blankets and warm cotton pants to wear with long sleeve shirts. She wiped her brow since she was sweating gathering all the items. She turned and did a once over to be sure she had enough of everything. She would not be able to come back for a couple days when the snow started falling again.
Shuddering from the cold coming in through the bottom of the shed, she hurriedly opened the door, pulling the sled behind her heading back to the cabin. She got to the cabin quickly and felt relieved after taking everything in and placing them were they went. Groaning, she placed her coat, hat and gloves back on. She had to more wood for the fireplace. She grabbed the axe by the door on her way out, slamming the door behind her. She pulled the sled with her for about fifteen minutes to the woods where the stump sat deep in the ground with a flat top to place wood on it to chop. She was shaking from the cold and her feet along with her fingers felt frozen already. It took her a good half hour to chop some wood. She placed the axe on the sled and with a lot of grunting and groaning pulled the sled behind her back to the cabin. It was not a huge pile of wood but it was slowing her progress back to the cabin.
