We wake to a world white as our hair. Creak-crack downstairs. You soft-shuffle into leopard-print ski boots; I don my best Carmen Miranda woolly hat. We throw open the door. Whoop like school kids on an unexpected snow day. Helter-skelter down the drive, leaving aches and pains behind. Our hearts beat young. We’re fearless now, unafraid to fall. It won’t hurt this second time.
Later, you cook my favorite dish, although you don’t like liver. I find your reading glasses. We snuggle in front of the fire. Find slow magic under the duvet. Promise every day will be a snow day.
Beautiful. Really like this.
Thanks so much for reading, Heather. So glad you liked it. 🙂
That’s lovely.
Thanks, Tim. And thanks for taking the time to comment.
Your first and last lines warmed my heart ?? so beautiful.
I meant “!!”
So kind of you to say, Rachel. Thank you.
So wonderful to showcase how the ageing can still have fun.
Thanks, Maria. And absolutely!
Heart warming!
Thank you, Pamela, for such a lovely comment.
As my wife and I approach our eighties, we just loved this story and hope for slow magic under the duvet.
Oh, David, love your comment and so glad you and wife enjoyed the story.
Beautiful! It shows how love never dies.
Thanks, Tom–for reading and for your kind comment.
wonderful story very touching
Thank you–I appreciate the read and the comment.
This is just lovely. So well written 🙂
Thank you, Lesley–it’s very kind of you to comment.
This is so beautiful! And skilfully written – you kept us as sure of your protagonists safety on the snow and ice as they were so that we could enjoy their snow day too. Much to admire, but especially ‘you soft-shuffle into leopard-print ski boots’.
a) brilliant imagery and b) she’s so cool I love her! Thank you for a lovely story.
Ah… such kind comments! Thank you for reading and so pleased you enjoyed it. ?