By: Rebecca Taylor
A biting wind
Blew over everything
Determined to be seen and felt
Every hand that ventured out was enveloped… 135 more words
I’m working on being OK with winter. I really am. It’s difficult though, because I REALLY don’t like being cold.
I’ve lived in Connecticut my whole life, and Dave grew up in San Diego (which I believe means “perfect weather”), so obviously we have different views on the season that is upon us. 502 more words
It got cold! And I mean COLD – none of this pansy Wellington “chilly” business. All of a sudden we found ourselves staring at each other’s breath cutting the air after each word and questioning if our windbreaker jackets and suede ankle boots were gonna cut it. 713 more words