Icy Wind

Last night he drove down Main Street several miles. He made a brief stop at the pony keg for a 12-pack of beer. The winter air was so cold that as he breathed, he could feel the chill in his chest. It felt like the same chill he usually gets from eating ice cream too fast.

Back in the car, he drove several more miles, barely able to see anything. Snow fell horizontally, carried along by the heavy, icy wind. Other than the white flakes pelting his car, he could only see the flashing tailights of the cars ahead of him.

Traffic was at a slow crawl, since most were not used to driving in this weather. After all, this was only the third time this winter that a snow storm like this came there way. He could not help thinking about his vacation last summer, when he fell in love once more...