the first warm day

a stream of conciousness scribbled on a napkin at the biltmore estate winery

There’s something about that first really warm day after a frustratingly cold winter that rejuvenates my soul.  It peeks out from inside the thick, furry hood of my parka and grins, satisfied.  It wasn’t meant to be bundled in three sweaters and four socks, it was made to be free, naked, and above all, warm.  The wind blows; it’s only a mere shadow of the previous biting cold.  My mind shifts to the near future—soon it will be warm enough to make a trip to the lake or take a ride on the motorcycle or have picnics on Mt. Mitchell.  My soul practically giggles with anticipation.  I check the forecast for the next day.  Snow.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

wonderful scribing - and the end - well I giggled. This is actually highly 'complete' as it tells a specific story. Well done.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I liked this so much and was peeking out of the parka and nodding my head. then I got to the last word..... and I laughed right out loud! I know your pain - haha - I cheer for the day that says the next day is MORE SUN!

Very cool

Kath