early

it's that time of year, there's enough light with the help of the moon i don't need lights to see the fox looking for breakfast or to find my way across the still frozen ground, into town and on to work. i wonder what a fox would do if he found a warm plate of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon? are they skeptics? would he think it too good to be true and walk off without eating? or would he sit down and enjoy a fine meal. still cold fingers fight to work the brakelevers and keep the headphones in, they act as miniearmuffs, keeping the wind out of my ears. cold refreshing air helps to keep me awake and adds motivation for the day.