The predicted snow didn't really happen yet but oh, is winter here.
I stood in an empty corn field with freezing hands and a runny nose, while the wind blew tiny bits of snowhail/hailsnow in my face. I ignored the fact that the Beloved was waiting for me in the warm car full of groceries (just out of frame to the right) and imagined I was a fierce heroine in an adventurous not-too-romantic but happy-ending story.
Or something.

Tonight I'll be watching a football game and listen to my man go hog-wild. I'm hoping it will be from joy - not despair. GO IRISH!