I knew that I had to leave, and soon. I felt a precursor of embarrassment coming on. Not that it was me that cared so much; but I just may embarrass him. Why? Because I am often more outspoken; more silly, than he is. So, I gathered myself and went outside to have a smoke, or two. let the December wind lash my face, and perhaps sober me up a bit.
We were out in the country, far from most everyone else. The falling snow was perfect in some spots. Glistening, and untouched, glittering under the light of the moon. I felt that i should take a picture. Instead, I finished my smoke, my drink and walked back inside; hoping that I didn't give away too much of what I was thinking...
Copyright 2010 K. Anne Smith
