The wind started blowing last night and has been at it all day providing some strong gusts. In the afternoon I stopped for a coffee and to work on some Christmas cards. This little one was not interested in the conversation her mother was having with a friends. And, in her world of sleep the roar of the wind was nonexistant. Her mother allowed me to take a photo of her peaceful sleep. There are no cares in her life at the present moment, just restful dreams about the next feeding.