I stood at a crosswalk, waiting for traffic to stop so I could walk across the street. I waited there in my sleeveless dress, having completed a walk in the unseasonable warmth of 73 degrees.
A person pulled up to the intersection, and she was waiting for traffic to stop too. And she was blaring music in her car,
“Sleigh bells ring! Are you listening? In the lane, the snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight! Walking in a Winter Wonderland!”
I had to chuckle. It just didn’t… fit. Maybe she was willing the weather to change.
The traffic stopped, and I crossed the lane with no glistening snow, walking in a Warmer Wonderland.
—Renee Roederer
Smuggling Grace 