Peter Cruikshank |
One of the 1st Writes in class assignments was to write a story that begins like all of Snoopy's stories--"It was a dark and stormy night."
It was a dark and stormy night. The rain pounded against the window panes tapping out a strange song for all to hear. Inside the warm log cabin where we were staying, the fireplace crackled its warmth and flickered dancing shadows on the walls. A feeling of peace and contentment pervaded our hearts, even as the wind howled like a lone wolf around the corners of the cabin.
We huddled together in colorful blankets and watched the fire dance in our faces. Without words, we united together as one, sharing this unique experience. A sweet bonding took place and we felt gratitude for the storm outside and the protection and warmth within. We had each other and were content as we laughed and teased each other playfully.
My granddaughter Rachael discovered an old deck of cards in a dark closet, and under the blankets, drinking hot cocoa, we played crazy eights, old maid, and fish until our eyelids began to droop. What a fun time we had. At last we had to crawl under the bed covers and get some much needed rest. The sleep was sweet and we awoke refreshed.
The dark and stormy night was long forgotten as the sun smiled brightly and the birds sang us a special good morning. The night was past and it was bright and happy day!
Carol, I love the card playing under the blankets!
ReplyDeleteYou paint a beautiful picture with your words, Carol. Thanks for sharing.
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