Winter was in full force, and the wind could be heard twisting itself between the nearby buildings. At times it whistled through the fire escape, somehow making the cold night feel even colder. The draft sent the Lady of the house to bed early, as she hoped to curl up under her covers, safe from the dropping household temperatures. In time, she settled into a soft sleep, bundled within the cloud-like layers of cloth about her.
Some time after, the man of that house slowly entered
Okay, this is a way out of the ordinary blog post for me, and I am not really going to jail, except to help kids with muscular dystrophy. Honestly, I’ve been hesitant to help out with organizations like this before, but I can’t really explain why, except to say that most of my donated money goes to/through my place of worship. That’s a great place to start, but I would also agree that there are other causes I want to help this year, and this is one of them.