There was something about the feeling of falling backwards on your bed that was therapeutic. I laid there staring up at the ceiling. I was freshly showered and in clean clothes again. A nagging little thought came to mind and interrupted my calm. I had to go right back out into the harsh cold and look for more food. Our supplies weren’t too low, but I’d rather have extra than not enough.
My bike was fueled up again and Emery wouldn’t be coming with me this time, so things would get done faster. I put on a dark gray sweater with a pair of dark blue boot cut jeans this time. I had a single black scarf that was thick and hand woven by my mother. I wrapped it loosely around my neck leaving the rest of it to hang down to my waist. I put on a different pair of black boots this time. There were
