The first snowfall of the year is always an expected surprise in a northern climate. As unwelcome as they may be, flakes accumulate nonetheless. Brisk winds cut sharper than a knife, while a moonlit dust clings to the landscape.
I cover myself in fuzzy pants and flannels. Maybe it is the reduced layers of blubber, but something about Greece changed me.
It is not the cigar that brings me warmth, although the vanilla aroma is seductive. The everlasting glow of a memory keeps me company on this bittersweet October morning.
Reminiscing over lost history brings a reluctant smile to my face. A cold holiday night in Greece spent at a restaurant in Athens. The warmth of a family’s love. There I was in shorts as if I was warm…
Now this midwestern boy cannot even handle 34° F without fuzzy pants while wearing a red and black lumberjack. With the hat to match…