Peace and Quiet

Photo by Brianna Marble on Unsplash 

I knew I was in for a wild weekend when the snow started falling.  I was naturally cold all the time, but loved cold weather more than hot.  There was some kind of magic associated with the snow I couldn’t always find when I went to the beach.  I don’t know why or how I had fallen in love with a man who hated the snow and hated cold weather, but here we were.  It was our first vacation together and I was worried about how things were going to go.  I was nervous he was going to complain the entire time and ruin the peace I knew we could find. 

Andrew hadn’t gone on many vacations growing up as his family often lived hand to mouth so I was excited to show him something new.  A different experience.  The first thing I wanted to do when we got to the resort was to take a hike.  What I was expecting was how deep the snow would be the farther we went into the forest. I guess it should have made sense to me – if I had thought about it – how the shadows would protect the snow from the sun. With the sun no longer burning into my eyes, I knew I would find the perfect place. The perfect place to lose Andrew. Lose him where he would never be found. Never be found so I could move forward with his money and I would never have to work again.