After several not-too-cold, sunshiny days, the weather turned downright wintery overnight, and everyone woke up to a frosty morning, followed by a clear, cold, windy day.

Around midday, while delivering a stack of letters with unusual-looking stamps and foreign postmarks to Old Possum, Squirrel remarked that he thought today’s weather was unexpectedly brisk.

But no matter what anyone else chose to call it, Possum declared the weather to be “raw,” which meant of course that it was a day to stay inside, wrapped in a quilt by the crackling fire, with a pot of chamomile tea and a book.

(Late November 2023)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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