Dec 10, 2022
December was creeping in with the cold but Charlie was refusing to put his shorts away just yet. He was out for a run; his knees chilling in the winter air. There was even a threat of snow when he’d turned the telly on this morning. He finally stopped, his hands on his hips as the December air burnt his lungs. He chuckled to himself. “It’s definitely getting fresh out here. Maybe i should take up a warm hobby.” He headed towards the building. “Do you know when it opens?”