Yesterday, the sky was pure blue and a hawk the size of an SUV was in the tree outside my front window. Today, it’s freakin’ SLEETING! The sky is gray and the air pressure is so high, the smoke from the woodstove is billowing around the ground level. It looks like a cheesy production of DRACULA. Excuse me, I forgot the sleet–DRACULA, THE NORWEGIAN VERSION. “No, sank you. I nefer eat… lutefisk.”

NOT a good thing. NOT a happy thing. Yuck. Poo.


writing prompt: Write a character who actually ENJOYS this kind of weather.