Down into the Dark

 

Sitting, watching, dreaming as the sun goes down on what is left of the summer, I realize what's ahead. A doom washes over me. Cold. Snow. Ice. Scraping my car off in the morning is not my idea of fun. Driving around the block numerous times to find parking because the snow plow has piled snow in front of my house over and over and over again is a nightmare.

Doom.

I feel doomed. I get up to go to the kitchen. I look outside one more time, then turn away. I pour myself a nice glass of red wine. I let that familiar oak flavor rest on my tongue. I ponder. How will I overcome this doom? How will I make this winter better than last? My husband gently taps my shoulder.

I turn around to face him with tears in my eyes. I want to ask him if we can move somewhere, anywhere that is warm, but the thought fades as he brushes my lips with his and says to me, "I love you. I want you to be happy. We are moving. Tomorrow." 

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