The day was gorgeous, simply gorgeous – sunny skies and temperatures in the mid 70s. The beautiful weather was a most welcome change from the cold and rain that had cast a gloom over the first few weeks of February.
Southern winters are a lot like Southern women I have known: they can come at you bone-chilling cold one day, with dark, threatening clouds that can bring down trees and power lines with their iciness; then burn you like a fat-lighter-pine fire the next.
Late, late afternoon it was. She walked into the restaurant and lit it up. A beautiful woman will do that, light up a place, but she was an outlier, a woman who no longer dyed her hair but had taken care of herself over the years.