Sept - Outing

On the seventh day I walked up the hill, taking my dear one's arm where there was snow/ice, me out of lounge pants and in jeans and boots with my "propped/slinged" arm protruding like a lopsided pregnancy off to the right.

No traffic with the holiday, us making our choice as to where to stop for coffee. Here is the most colorful choice, bot the coldest seating. We went on.