It was early, earlier, when most of the others were up, so you could have some time to yourself away from the bunkhouse, which felt like it was getting more cramped lately. The cows were more relaxed, and a few distant whinnies filled the morning crisp morning air from the nearby stables.

It was one of those mornings where it was freezing cold to the point it felt refreshing. The fog twirled gently in front of the trees, and it fogged up the view to the mountains in the distance. The air was so cd you could see your breath in front of your face, and the grass was wet beneath your boots.

The others were fast asleep, well, so you thought. Please describe yourself, your past jobs, and anything else you would like to add. Enjoy.