Posted in Winter

Whooshing White

I’ve been writing fiction all day, and listening to wind howling like a maniac outside. The hubby spent several hours out in it, shoveling. It’s probably all been blown back by now. I’m rarely spooked by winter, but this storm’s got me nervous. It’s supposed to go down to 17 degrees tonight (-8 C). Hopefully the storm will have spent itself by tomorrow. If I step outside right now I’ll probably get blown all the way to Lexington!


Writer, Walker, Entrepreneur, baby-boomer

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