Toerke

It sounded like sand against the tent. Or a very hard and dusty wind. But when Kees leaves our little tent house, it cracks. And it cracks hard. It has snowed all night. The tents (before/after and the jeep are standing in a huge white field. The wind is icy and hurts my ears. Dressed in five layers of clothing, I just about reach comfort temperature. I think I’ll go shopping for a jacket. Good plan!