Winter

Looks like winter is here, cold, windy, snow and I like to stay in the house. I live at 7200 feet so guess that is normal. But as Uncle Paul would say—Here is the rest of the Story.

Friday morning, a morning like all other Friday mornings, except colder, as I walked to school something happened that I had never seen before. And that is - as in never in all my considerable years. We were walking and talking, enjoying the huge snowflakes falling on a windless morning. For some reason I turned and looked behind me and the words we had spoken were hanging in the air, frozen. I had been able to see my breath since we left the house but I had no idea that my words were freezing. They only lasted a few seconds before falling to the ground and shattering into snow.
Lucky for me no one else saw the frozen words.