When Sandy blew through, she brought a chill with her and left it behind. Abel and I have resumed our walks this week after some rainy weather kept us inside and it has required plenty of layering.
Today, with a tingling in my thighs from the exertion and cold, I was reminded of back in high school when early signs of winter weather would arrive at the end of soccer season. It was the same tingle back then, but I would only be wearing shorts, and then a soccer ball would smack right into my leg and it would sting and be numb all at the same time.
Not exactly pleasant nostalgia, but it’s what came to mind and I can remember the moment and the field and the stinging feeling clearly. As if I need anything more than the cold itself to make me think of, and miss, my hometown.
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