Jenny and I would kiss deeply, and long.
There was snow falling.
I looked up at the dark sky riddled with flakes, just dumping down.
It was midnight December 25th, 1993.
Jenny, Rachel and I had decided to take a stroll into the night as we’d seen snow coming down from inside her warm cozy house in Chantilly, VA, lit aglow with yellows and crisp siennas from the roaring fire. I think there was a fireplace. Yes, there was.
Rachel was a good friend of hers who lived a few doors down.