(Tuesday night ...)
The clapping thunder and pinging hail didn't interrupt the rhythm of my near-sleep with my head resting upon his chest.
(Wednesday afternoon ...)
The sunshine and the fact I'm not wearing a coat makes me drive with the windows down to Sonic for a Diet Dr Pepper with that great, crunchy ice. All I'm missing is "Ants Marching" in the background and some flip flops.
And to think it's still February. Much more contrast to come.