Arctic Blast

Nathan came home for the weekend.

He got up at the crack of dawn to head back this morning.

We had heard that we were going to be hit by an arctic blast.

They weren’t kidding.

At 6:00 am, while we were loading him up in the car, it was 8°.

It was so cold that it hurt!

For the first time ever, I did not linger over our goodbyes.

I did not stand at the curb waving until he turned the corner.

I said, “Bye, I love you.”

And hurried back into the house.

I need hot coffee.

Lots and lots of hot coffee.


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