I burst into tears when i was in a quiet spot looking at the horizon. High plains drifting is my calling, in North America at least. The pandemic put a wrinkle in those plans, and then winter knocked me out completely. I can't wait till i get the vaccine and they reopen the borders.
There were a bunch of cowboys out and about today, riding horses and herding cattle.
A lot of older folks too, taking their dogs out for a hike in the better weather.
I picked up a beer on the way home and sat on a log by the river to drink it in the sun. I missed that so much.