Maybe I should have listened to the weather
I was heading out for a walk in the park Last week.
I had my jacket wrapped around my hips and my sunglasses.
The weather was so lovely with the sun shining and a light breeze. I wish I had paid attention to the weather report before heading out. I was about three miles out and getting ready to go back home, when the gentle breeze starting bending the trees in half. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, and I could assume the change in the temperature. I quickly got my jacket and tugged it tightly around me. I was in a full out run by the time I got home. The thermostat reading had gone from fifty degrees to below cold. I walked into the current home and flipped on the heating. I had the thermostat turned off, but now it was up to sixty-eight. I realized right away that I needed to get the chill out of the house. I had a bit of comfort when I was able to hear the gas furnace kick in. I turned on the cable hoping to get the end of the weather report. That was when I came to realize I should have listened to the news earlier. They were predicting the temperatures to fall steadily throughout the day. I’m ecstatic I hadn’t decided to stay out any longer. Snow was beginning to fall. I looked down at my shorts, t-shirt, and the jacket I still wore. The gas furnace was humming and steadily. So much for my constantly being prepared for whatever may happen. I honestly was not prepared for this day, and my thermostat was letting myself and others know so as I reached to turn the temperature up a bit higher.