Winter has come late to Manitoba this year. And as it blows in and brilliant white snow covers everything, it just feels right. Cozy and safe to hibernate in the house with a good book.
And I had one.
A fifty cent purchase at the thrift shop.
I chose to employ the book instead of the red set of Samsonite luggage that I scored for a cool five bucks.
But I don't have anywhere to go.
Besides. It's snowing.