The clouds seemed more grey than usual to Chris. With fall soon to be leaving the north, she suspected snowfall. But it hasn't gotten cold enough and all that pours is rain, never snow.
"I hope it comes soon..."
Chris has never been a huge fan of snow. But as The Meeting slowly began to creep up on her, she longingly wished for a snow day. Icy roads means for an excuse to stay indoors and away from Him.
Not that she wanted car crashes or anything like that, winter accidents are terrible anymore.
Puddles of water splashed as she walked further down the street. Time passed, the splashing and the wet steps she took were the only sounds that were made that evening.
A small compact home appeared before her. It gave off a rather cozy, log cabin-like feel. The appearance was rugged, a little scratchy even. Smoke blew from the chimney up into the sky, mixing with the clouds as they blew overhead.
The lights shining inside made the house glow a warm yellow in this soggy, gloomy evening. Brightening up the dew-ridden grass that has yet to be mowed.
A couple hollow knocks sounded as Chris anxiously awaited those welcoming footsteps to echo inside as they always do.
The knob jiggled and soon enough the door opened. A familiar and warm expression greeted her.
"Welcome home, hun." A soft voice spoke.
The door widened as Chris was ushered inside, she had a joyful smile planted upon her face.
"Hi mom."