This morning when I took son to the bus stop, the inside of my nose froze. It was crinkly and weird as I tried to breathe through my mouth. My son, who is 6, thought it was funny that mom was making such weird faces.
Ahh new places, new experiences.
In the Zander stories, the climate where he lives is, at times, brutal. Very cold, very unpleasant. But I never thought of freezing nostrils. Of the chilling cold on the face. We just didn’t have that in OK. Or CA where I’m originally from.
I can see new scenes for the Zander stories.
Hope you have a good monday. **Waves**