The Tune of the Owls
“Why are you waking me up? It’s 5:00 in the morning,” I said, reaching for my glasses.
“Get up. I want to show you something before we get snowed in,” Alex said as he pulled his snow boots over his heels.
“Wh — ,” I started.
“I already brought your coat. Get your shoes on and meet me downstairs.”
“But — “