The vision was always started the same: A strong, certain woman walking toward me through the falling, blown snow.
Within minutes after, she\'d be shivering in the gusts that blew her long hair about her shoulders, an.
Her sleeveless dress and soft flat shoes would be soaked by these moist white flakes by the time she reached me.
And yet vulnerable.
A pace I was familiar with, somehow.
Definite, measured steps brought that mystery woman closer.
The vision was always started the same: A strong, certain woman walking toward me through the falling, blown snow