Literature
Hot Cocoa
Howling winds pummel the side of my house like a punching bag, creaking the window frames and leaving the whole house feeling cold and empty. I curl up on the couch with a warm cup of coffee and blanket, quietly listening to the weather forecast in anticipation. “C’mon snow, don’t let me down now,” I mumble, flipping up the volume a couple notches to overcome the wind.
Finally the meteorologist appears on the screen and delivers the good news, “. . . around one foot of snow is expected to fall tonight, just in time for the Snow Festival. Flurries should begin around seven p.m., eventually