September 4, 2024
[Ceci and Jack talk on the phone about snow and other things]
September 5, 2024
Jack
Dear Ceci,
Despite all your best intentions and efforts, I could tell that yesterday you were not amped about SNOW.
I forgive you.
When I was there, specially Hamtramck (Detroit), winter was a cold, gray slog over dirty, crusty ice and a regular lesson on how a black leather jacket is more like an ice pack than a coat.
But here in Colorado, someday, you may discover winter is a warm fire, a book on your lap, peppermint tea with cream and sugar, the smell of roast chicken in the oven, and peace, only interupted, if at all, by snuggling dogs or a pesky mountain man trying to identify the flavor of your neck just behind your right ear. And later, like wolves who nuzzle together and curl into their thick fur under the deep snow, there is spooning under a quilt and seven layers of wool blankets to sleep snug and sound through the night.
That's winter.
❤️
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Note From Jack:
Dear Readers,
Ceci and I have been flirting, to one degree or another, for more than 42 years. We haven't published a new chapter here for several years, but that may change. I have posted this recent excerpt to confirm that we are not dead, still warm, and to give the world's beautiful, new, young generation an example of texting beyond emojis and dick pics.
❤️
Ceci & Jack
Photo: Woman, Fireplace, Mug by Oleksandr Pidvalnyi, 2021, Pixabay royalty free.
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