Rose Meyer

Deep Pockets Hold Secrets

It was becoming a exceptionally harsh winter in Northern Wisconsin. I found myself a bit unprepared having recently downsized for my move to the Northland. My daughter and her fiancé had moved to his hometown after completing college. They have since married and blessed me with 2 amazing Grandchildren, drawing me into a winter wonderland. My winter coats were all waist length, allowing the cold, high winds to sneak under, thus my core was often exposed to it. (6.5)