There’s a Blizzard Blowing

It’s one of those days when it is a wise idea to stay indoors. Wisdom aside, I went for a walk this morning and ended up with frost-bitten fingers. Yes, it is that cold. Air temperature is -11 Celsius with a wind of 43 kilometres per hour out of the northeast which makes it feel like -21. It is definitely not a good day for being nude outside. Having a writing project to keep me occupied helps relieve that itch for testing my determination and fortitude. The fingers had taught me that wearing winter mitts and still freezing was the only lesson I needed. But then again, sometimes I am a slow learner.

As I write from a comfortable spot in the living room, with a view of the blowing snow, the words for my NaNoWriMo are piling up. So far almost 19,000 words have been saved to a new document. But the itch was still there. What if? . . . And of course, I don’t have good resistance power. I slipped out the garage door into the back yard for a photo opportunity. I mean, why not? After all, the door back into the garage wasn’t very far away. It wasn’t like I was going to have a picnic or go free-hiking in a blizzard, was it?

While waiting for the time to count down the ten seconds, my feet protested. I could have at least worn slippers or socks or winter boots. The telltale click of the shutter released me and I calmly retrieved the cellphone and proudly walked back into the house. I did check behind me to see if anything had fallen off. Nope! It’s all okay.

Now, it’s back to the story. Until the next time, stay warm. Your body will thank you for it.

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1 Response to There’s a Blizzard Blowing

  1. Robert Payne says:

    🥶 That cold nothing could fall of. Everything went into shrinkage mode

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