The sky was the kind of heavy gray that warned of an impending storm. The weatherman’s voice echoed in his mind: “A significant snowfall is expected across Pine Hollow tonight. Bundle up, folks—it’s going to be a cold one.”
After breakfast, Henry slipped into his thickest coat, gloves, and boots, bracing himself against the biting cold. The wind howled faintly outside, a reminder of the storm brewing on the horizon. He stepped out onto the frozen ground, his breath forming misty clouds in the crisp air.