The crisp white snow gave way to the weight of his brown suede shoes. The snow’s cold clear blood clung to Joe’s shoes, chilling his feet. Joe flipped the collar of his wool coat upward to shield his rosy cheeks from the tearing wind.
Finally he reached his car. Cold numb fingers, fumble small frozen keys.
“Crap,” Joe mumbled as the keys fell to the icy driveway. Bending down, flakes of snow landed on his unprotected neck, forcing goose bumps to rise up. His fingers stiffly grasped the circular key ring.
“Man, it’s cold.”
The key fights to keep itself from the lock in the door. Its teeth grind as Joe firmly pushes the key in with the palm of his hand, then turning. Quickly Joe swings the door open, seeking shelter from the cold. No comfort is given as cold, hard, vinyl seats pierce his blue dress pants. The wipers work furiously against the window as the defrost blows cold air.
Thoughts of going back into the house enter his mind, but it is too late, the commitment has been made.