The deafening storm rips my scarf and smacks it’s tousles into my face. A force so strong red streaks appear across my numb cheeks. We are stuck for now, as the snow storm rolls howling down the mountainside. We are sheltered behind a slap of rock and wrapped in all the layers of our winter gear.
Hot sweet tea brings warmth.
And chocolate delivers joy,
thus restored, we wait.
Poetry by Nathalie 