Here is a poem my step sister and best friend wrote. I couldn't be happier to be able to include it in my book, and include her in my life.

I love you Wander.

Bitter Cold
The brisk cold December air
That whips and howls without a care.
It stings the eyes, it stings noses
With a metallic odor, not that of roses.
Burning, cutting, grazing skin.
The brisk sharp December wind.