Daily story, September 24, 2025

We woke to snow, and without getting dressed we went out on the street and slid on our bellies like penguins. As the cold hit us we half-laughed and half-screamed, or I laughed and she screamed, or the other way around. A picture came into my head of a broken beer bottle hidden under the snow, and a long deep gash opening down my front, but I let the bright sun burn it away. To think of it spoiled the fun, and with the cold, I wouldn’t feel it.