Winter comes early

Cold hands, snow on the mountain and tears.

He was just leaving to empty the water out of the fire truck he was given as fire chief. Just a quick 15 minute drive to the next small town south of us to meet up with another fire chief and to work together to empty the water before the freezing temperatures arrive.

“Wait, I want to give you a hug”. His hands were cold against my thin shirt. I held on…