Wednesday, November 28, 2012

100 Words a Day 112

The first snow of the year had fallen the night before. I was on the late shift; so I saw it snowing when I went to bed. I slept most of the day, getting up again to work the graveyard. I girded for battle with the howling winds and frigid temperatures, and do battle with them I did.

Only my eyes were exposed, and they ached from the moment I stepped outside. I shivered despite my layers, all the way to the bus stop, where I was greeted there by a small, warm piece of happiness. Someone built a snowman.

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