Snow gently falls outside. Tiny pin pricks of ice stick to everything. The sliding screens are frozen shut. I heard my husband struggling with the garage door this morning. It was frozen to the concrete. Winter hasn’t let got of us and won’t for another month at least, but this is Colorado, it could be seventy degrees tomorrow with blue skies. Days like this just remind us we’re still in the winter months. So I’ll throw another log on the fire and enjoy the cold weather…..from inside.
Dead of July A novel by Sandra Thompson