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A Taste for Life
Picnic in the Cold
A Taste for Life Weekend Challenge #4
“Sundays are special,” you said with a wink. “A day of rest, rejuvenation and desperate attempts to keep away the Sunday night blues.”
Your eyes lit up in a smile bigger than the one on your lips. I embraced your neck and pecked your cheek before snuggling down in the heated passenger seat and tightening my coat.
“My mom thinks we’re crazy,” I said. “Going on a picnic in the snow.”
You chuckled. “Your mom never leaves Florida, so she wouldn’t get it.”
You were right, of course. She hated the cold.
We turned into a park with rows of brown trees frosted in white. Snow draped over the ground that, weeks ago, was flush with grass.
A young couple sat on a bench watching three kids play. The children wore oversized coats that swallowed them whole and fluffy mittens that cupped their hands.
“This spot is perfect,” you said, parking the car and pointing at an empty table.
We bundled our layers and popped the trunk. You held the insulated bag with grilled cheese sandwiches in one hand and dangled the thermos of French tomato soup in the other.
