Saturday, February 13, 2016

three-syllable cold

It is co-o-old out there tonight, with the winds a howlin' and the snow a-swirlin'. The packed-down snow crunches under wheels or feet. I love that sound. I'm even tempted to take a walk in the extreme conditions. But won't succumb to that temptation. Not tonight.
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