TITLE: Bitter Cold 2-17-16
By Angi Steele
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Arriving home one winter day, the cold weather cuts at my skin. This evasive, unwelcome temperature follows me inside. The cold lingers on my clothes, as I stagger through the garage up the stairs into our living room. My jeans hold the cold well. As I enter the warmth of home, the cold continues to seep into my skin. Attempting to be warm, I am relieved at the familiar sound of the heater firing up, providing a haven from the invasion of outside freezing temperatures. The click of the heater deciding to turn on makes me express jubilation. I scuffle to the kitchen heater vent and hover over it. Warm air wafts throughout our home. Peace begins to settle. Thankfulness.
As I slowly thaw, the thought of holding a steaming cup of honey sweetened tea near my face brings delight. While brewing black tea, I whisper desperate prayers of gratitude for protection from the exterior elements. In the kitchen, I stand in the happy sun, sipping my
treasured tea and gazing out the window across the backyard. Flooded with warmth, my strain to stay warm dissipates, and I am able to relax.
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