When You Think Nothing Else Can Go Wrong

A winter face covering becomes a trigger.

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The January arctic cold had a bite even inside. It seeped into the pores of the old general store. Perched on the office chair, elbows leaning on the desk, a cup of hot coffee grasped with both hands, warming them and providing my morning wake-up elixir. I was enjoying the view out the north window.