Chapter 14
A short time later, hair still damp and a cup of recently brewed coffee in one hand, Asher slipped out the front door and settled in the old rocker on the porch, sans hat and coat. He enjoyed a bit of chill now and then, finding the beauty in every season, trying to enjoy what each had to offer. Snowflakes, fat and heavy, drifted down to join their friends already covering the ground. The storm, the one the weatherman had been crowing about for the past week, had started while he showered. Now he took a sip of the steaming beverage and rocked slowly, one sock-covered foot pressed against the porch railing, as he let the beauty of it all wash over him.
Against his will, he found his mind going back to the sight of the gift on Clara’s front porch, the boldly written words on the
