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The power’s out! On a cold day like today this is the absolute last thing you needed. But, despite how beautiful that ice on the wires is, it does not make for a friendly day filled with warmth and electronics! But, there should be trucks coming out soon to fix the issues, how do you cope with the slowly creeping chill? Are you the type to snuggle up with someone you care about and huddle down to keep warm? Or are you the type to get the heck out until it’s warm enough to once more inhabit your dwelling?
Ignacio liked the winter. It was a peaceful time where everything seemed to lull into a quiet. People passing by his house were wearing their holiday best, some bundled up to an almost ridiculous level, and the sight of lovers holding hands on the sidewalk was more than enough to fill his heart with joy. To be young and carefree was a universal idea of youth, but one more so magnified in the glow of winter's hush. ... He'd often find himself staring, idly, out the window with a mug of coffee just basking in the reflection of the snow outside. Warmth, comfort, and calm, all things that gave winter it's charm.
Unless, perhaps, the power goes out.
"Well, this is a predicament." He muttered, flipping the light switch back to the off position. There would be no light or heat this afternoon, and according to his cellphone, it looked like it might not be back until well into the evening. The trucks were busy working on some fallen power line across town and it looked as though Ignacio's neighborhood would have to wait their turn.
The older gentleman raised his mug to his lips and drew in the last bit of hot chocolate, before turning to grab his coat. There was nothing else to do but go out in a situation like this. Coffee shops had plenty of warmth in them, as did the mall, and he did have some last minute gifts to attend to. His sister would be coming by with her family at the end of the week and, of course, there had to be some sort of entertainment to keep the children occupied. What that entertainment would be was something he'd have to figure out in the car, though.
"Ahh, fresh air! Good for the soul." He said, breathing in a sweep of cold air and letting it out. "Now, where did I put my keys?"
A quick moment of patting later and the keys were retrieved from their place in his chest pocket. It was times like this where he wished he'd bought himself a chain for this so he wouldn't lose them as often, but his pride had always gotten the better of him. Yes, he was an old man now, but that didn't mean he needed extra help! Only the truly destitute used lanyards and hooked beepers up to their important possessions, not him! He was full of life, he was limber and strong, he was-
- Pressing the wrong button to open his car.
He chuckled at himself and hopped into the car. Oh, there was no use grumbling over his own stubbornness. He was still young at heart and that was all that really mattered. So what if in, say, three years from now he had a million lanyards and attachments for everything he owned? Such was life and such was getting old. You could be hold firm against the tide all you liked, but time still flowed on. It was best just to go along with courage and dignity in your stride.
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