Hot Cocoa
I have just come home from the freezing Manoa Swimming Pool.
If the pool water was bad, the icy wind that was cutting into my body was worse.
After I have gotten out of the freezing water, the wind hit me.
I started shivering so violently, I had to do jumping jacks to keep warm.
I was going to take a long, hot shower in the changing room.
At first, I turned the shower knob too much and the water almost scalded me,
but I jumped out of the flow of boiling water just in the nick of time.
I layered up by putting a shirt and shorts on, then a jacket on.
Light is shone from e v e n l y s p a c e d light bulbs in the changing room.
I just couldn't wait to get home.
As we walk to the car, the icy wind strikes again,
but I feel warmer with a jacket rather than only a jammer and my skin to keep me warm.
When we get home, rain pelts us in little, tiny, stinging droplets.
Luckily, there is a roof to shield us very well from it.
After I get home, I craved something warm.
Hot cocoa smells and tastes like chocolate heaven and is the best answer for any cold, winter night.
I heated milk on top of a stove and poured the special powder into the mug I got from Japan.
Trading it is not an option.
Then, I fell into a comfortable chair and drank hot cocoa to my heart's content
while I unraveled with a book, reading by the light of my bedside lamp.
