Sitting by the huge stone fireplace, the crackling logs in the grate lulled her toward sleep. The crisp of autumn was unusually early this year. Because he was arriving tonight she had dressed carefully. The old blue and white Norwegian sweater. The tan corduroys he always said looked so good walking away. And the boots. They looked rather like the apres-ski boots she bought in Vail that night after he won the downhill race, but they had a thick merino fleece lining that made her feet ever so much warmer. She loved to fold down the tops of her favorite gold metallic pair to make a fleece collar. A package from him arrived the week before with pairs in seven different colors. Along with a copy of his itinerary. And a note..."I couldn't decide which color you would like best, so...". She stared at the fire, sipped liquid dark chocolate laced with Grand Marnier and eagerly awaited the sound of his step on the lodge's front deck... Historical Note: This is an advertisement for the Whooga Boots Co. from the U.K. I (among numerous others no doubt) was asked by them to do a small piece featuring their products. I hope you enjoy it, and the boots!
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