We didn’t wake to snow.
Only cold, wet and windy at my sister’s.
Middle of the day my nephew and I decided to go outside.
The wind met us face first as we barely reached the corner.
We turned back, his little feet peddlin’ fast on his bike and me running, shoulders hunched, head down, slightly geriatric.
He catches up, runs inside first , turns back to say, “I love you, Aunt Lisa.”
Back inside, with coffee I open a book I won’t be able to finish.
One line though, enough for today.
If you did not want much, there was plenty. Go Set a Watchman
My nephew asked, randomly, “Are you rich, Aunt Lisa? “
I thought and said, “Yes, I am.”