Project 365: 8 out of 365

The ranch was beautiful, timeless, and COLD. Honestly, I started to lose feeling in my fingers, and I'm from Wisconsin, so you know that I am no stranger to icy climates. The horses mostly ignored us, save a glance up from their feed here and there, but they were majestic nonetheless. I relished the familiar smell of barns and hay, and, despite the cold, was sad to leave.