Winter is back. I open the shop, turn on the heat and lights, take a sip from yesterday’s coffee cup. And almost break my teeth.
Just a thin sip unfrozen at the top of a half-full mug fooled me, then slid down to crash into my lips as I hoisted it high. The teaser of warm days this past week is something I should be used to by now. But we lie to ourselves, forget seasons soon as they pass, relearn them as if they are our very first experience with February.
Or maybe I’m just too focused lately on writing and reading and all that good stuff. Or, maybe just thick-headed and dopey.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology