I was freezing last night as I sat watching TV with The Man.
Being loathe to close the windows and admit that summer is indeed over, I huddled under a blanket and sipped hot chocolate, trying desperately to convince myself that I wasn't cold.
Finally, my extremities could take it no longer. I closed and sealed the windows and turned on the furnace. The smell of dust came up the vents as usual when the heat is turned on for the first time in months. The Man sneezed and complained.
I glanced out the window as I walked back to my chair in the living room.
It started to snow outside.
Damn.
I wonder if I had just put on another sweater, would it still have snowed?
These are the thoughts that keep me up at night.
1 comment:
You didn't say what you watched. Was it ... The Grapes of Wrath??
hmmmm??
I miss snow and hot chocolate season. Well, I don't miss it in February, but I miss the part about not closing the windows and just snuggling under a blanket. That first snowfall with the big fat flakes that just fall softly. Not the blizzardy, can't-see-in-front-of-your-face snow.
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