looking up the river today, there's no looking. an opaque whiteness comes and whips you into icy oblivion.
heat up the rooms with banana bread and savory bites. stew from yesterday's supper bubbles on the stove. ice freezes in patterns like i've never seen on the windows.
fire crackles while the wind howls, angrily, against the panes.
so, we'll sit, sing, and sip until the storm settles.
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