Baked

With flushed cheeks, the cold began to wear off .  I love that feeling…when you have finished playing in the snow, taking a winter walk, or in my case shoveling the driveway.  It’s that feeling when the warmth of the indoors begins to lull you to sleep.  As the ice melted from my boots, I pulled the bread from the oven.  The freshly baked aroma filled the kitchen.  Piping hot, I sliced into the bread.  One slice, two, three. I ate half of a loaf. Now a nap is unavoidable.

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