The night before mid-winter holiday, which was essentially a big Thanksgiving where everyone got together with their families and ate a big feast till they passed out, a blizzard to end all blizzards swept through, whiting out the area. I stared out of the window long after I'd gotten up in the morning, amazed at how little I could see.
"Guess we aren't going to the Inn for Mid-winter," said Gus as he came up to sit with me.
"It's so cool..." I said.
"I guess, from this side of the window pane," he said.
"You're always so negative."
"I agreed with you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, whatever, how'd you sleep?"
We chatted for a bit about weird dreams we'd had and common themes, like your teeth falling out or going somewhere important while forgetting your pants. It surprised me that someone with
