Hearing the fury of the wind I drew the verticals to side. I grasped my iPhone, and opened the glass doors. I pushed the mesh door aside, and was hit by the snowflakes. It’s raging outside. Even the balcony is being covered with snow.
I’m sitting snug at home, while Son is in Connecticut. He must have battled snow to get early to his job. He drove last evening the 120 miles there.
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