GIFTS BEYOND
The next morning, the alarm on my phone blasts my brain far too early. I hit the snooze button twice before finally dragging myself out of bed. Since I slept through two snoozes, I wouldn’t have time for breakfast but maybe I could manage a quick cup of coffee to pry open my eyes. I rush to the kitchen to start the coffee brewing and then head for the shower, yawning, eyes heavy with sleep.
I glance outside my window. It’s overcast today, so I check my phone for the weather. Eighty percent chance of rain. That’s a given. In this neck of the woods, rain is often.
After showering and drying my hair, I throw on a beige sweater that hovers just below my butt and tug on a pair of thick leggings with my western boots. It rarely snows or ices here like Dallas, Texas, but it rains
