Cold Hearted

My sock feet padded down my carpeted stairs and across the hardwood flooring to the front door. I yanked it open, letting the cool wind into my home. It danced around my face, turning my nose red. The first snow day was here, right on cue.

The first snow day was something I looked forward to every year. I peered out across the white landscape. A moving van was situated outside of the old house next door. People had been moving in and out if there for months, so I didn't get my hopes up about keeping a neighbor.

Boy was I wrong.