On the Quest for my Song

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

When the cold hits...

It's not suppose to be this hard. Not yet, not now, not anymore. But the cold weather has come, and for me, cold weather holds memories.

Cold means:
* basketball season
* time for fires
* dominoes
* walking in the cold
* hot cider
* warm cars
* Chicken spaghetti
* two-armed hugs
* Christmas...and Christmas Eve

but it's only October...