Ive tried my hardest to avoid the fact that summer is over and winter is finally here but waking up Saturday morning totally crushed my spirit. The air was so icy that each breath was like inhaling icicles. My cheeks instantly flared up with color as thought they were kissed by jack frost himself. The dark clouds stood out against the grey Sky and cried down on the world below. Thanks to a promised made to a friend to company her to the Cherokee game i suited up from an adventure. i felt like an onion with all my layers on but i new once i got outside it would all be worth it. By the time i left my house the temperature had struck low enough so the first snow had started to quietly flutter down. Our two-some evolved into a three-some and then the real expedition began. The wind and slow mixed with a bit of hail fought us every step of the way. Most of the walk was full of hostility towards mother nature along with some jokes to lighten the situation. Not even half way to our destination and we were already fed-up. We dipped of into the warmth of our friends house without another thought. We stripped off as many soaking wet layers as we could without venturing into being inappropriate. I don't know about my companions but the sudden heat filled my fingers and toes with a tingling sensation as if getting poked by pins and needles. Outside the window we watched the weather rage with a new force that we had thankfully avoided. I give credit to all those who made it to the game and stood out in the wretched weather to support our chiefs. GO CHEROKEE!