Anticipating Snow
"Feels like snow out there." Lucien announces as he enters through the back door.
Jean turns from the stove, whisk in hand. "You think so? It has been so many years since we have had a snow. The last time I remember the boys were still small."
"Well, I'm not a meteorologist but my old bones feel it." Lucien jokes as he puts his arms around his wife, snaking his hands up her shirt until Jean is squealing because his freezing hands have made contact with her flesh.
"Lucien stop it! That's not fair." Jean wriggles free from the embrace. "Go wash up for dinner."
"Jean come sit down. Have your sherry." Lucien gestures to spot next to him on the sofa.
"I'm being like a child aren't I." Jean sigh as she turns from the window, having made numerous trip to peer out at the night sky. "It would be nice to see some snow though."
"Yes, it would my darling." Lucien murmurs as his lips make contact with her neck. "Why don't we head to bed?" he says feigning exhaustion.
Lucien is already in bed as Jean takes one last look out the window before climbing in next to her husband. Is it a flake she just saw? She blinks hard. There is more!
"LUCIEN!" She grabs her dressing gown and is making her way out the door. "It's snowing!"
Lucien follows Jean to the backyard where he finds his love in the glow of the sunroom light facing the heavens. His eyes fill with joyful tears. In all of his years he has never seen a more beautiful snow.
Wrapping himself around Jean to blanket her in his warmth he whispers, "maybe I should have been a meteorologist." Squeezing her tighter as they laugh into the night.