Cigarette flavored slurpy?

This past week end my wife and I got snowed in. We were in our house together for 3.5 days. Luckily, we had plenty of food and of course just enough beer. We did actually end up walking to the grocery store on Sunday to pick up a few essentials which included a couple 22oz bottles of beer. We invited our friend and neighbor, Teresa, to join us. Her response via text was, Hell-yeah, lemme get changed.

So, we bundled up and headed down to the closest pub. The temperature got up to 32, so it really was not that cold of a walk. In fact I discovered that with my 2 pairs of socks, leggings, sweat pants, long sleeved thermal shirt under a tee shirt with hoodie and coat, oh and scarf and ball cap was a smidgen overboard. How did I know this? Once we arrived at the pub I was sitting there with Keri and Teresa trying to decide what to eat and I was completely distracted by the sweat that was collecting in the small of my back and more concerning in my armpits, creating a charming little armpit accent, always a girls favorite. I commented on how hot I was and the girls suggested I step outside to cool off.

Brilliant!!! I stepped out the back door where I knew I would find the back parking lot lined on one side with trees and a nice little creek. I stood there on the back door step listening to the snow melting, little droplets of water dripping from the thawing tree branches. I listened to the water of the little creek whirling by behind the trees. As I felt my breath leaving my body, I watched the warmth of my breath hit the cold air and form those clouds we all loved to create as children pretending to be dragons. I wondered if steam was coming off my body as I stood there cooling off, I listened to the little birds chirping not too far away. The cars on the street from the front of the building were sluggishly driving by in the slowly melting snow, turning the streets from beautiful white pristine sheets of ice into the ugliest slurpy you ever did see. It looked like a cigarette flavored slurpy. YUCK!

Other than the cigarette flavored slurpy that was lining all the streets, this moment in the cold air was the perfect setting for a quite moment of perfection. It created exactly what I had hoped, just enough cold air to knock my body temp down a peg or two. I took in one last cold breath deep into my lungs and turned towards to the door to rejoin my wife and friend for a nice cold beer and yummy sammy.

The companionship and yummy food was a delightful distraction from the last 72 plus, snow filled, hours.