It was a
beautiful day to be driving. The sun was
shining, glinting off of the snow covered ground and the air was still. From under the dash a stream of warm air blew
over her winter boot clad feet dispelling the chill gained from her short walk
from the house to the garage.
The
outside temperature gauge on the dash read minus two. Barely into winter the early artic blast was
a disheartening foretelling of long, cold season ahead.
As the
interior warmed she silently thanked her brother and his thoughtfulness in
fixing the car’s heater the previous weekend.
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