There’s a lot of snow but it’s the nice fluffy kind, not heart attack snow like the last storm. You and I shovel the driveway together, a comfortable rhythm.

Up, down, scrape, repeat.

There’s a fire waiting to be started in the living room, hot cocoa with marshmallows waiting to be made on the stove.

Up, down, scrape, repeat.

We’re nothing special, you and I. But your precious face is the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. Your ring is on my left hand.

Wake up, live life, lay down.



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