~Arthur’s POV~

Outside snow began to fall coating the ground in another white layer of coldness, fog swirled around the air giving it a mysterious feel and my toes stung even wrapped in warm fur socks. Sitting on the couch with my feet placed on the coffee table in front of the fire place, wood crackled as the flame licked at each strand.

Coffee mug in hand I watched the clock above the fire place, Mark had yet to come through the door and it was driving me crazy. We had a long drive ahead of us to get to Paula’s house; the mountain cabin we lived in was five hours away from LA and than another thirty minutes from Paula. Biting my lip I sighed, if he didn’t show up in an hour I had to leave without him.

The window was coated with glassy frost, I need to bring the kids up here I bet they would love it. I have to ask Christine and Paula if it’s okay.

Phone ringing caught my attention, getting up placing my mug on the table I quickly answered, “Mark?”

“Hey Art,”

“Where are you?” I bit my lip in anticipation.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, “I’m sorry but my boss won’t let me go yet so I’m going to have to meet you down there,”

Rolling my eyes I dropped back down on the couch, “You’ll be too tired to drive down by yourself,” my eyes glanced at the window watching the snow flitter down creating a wonder land outside my home, “Besides the snow is falling pretty good I don’t want you to get in an accident.”

“I really am sorry,” silence took hold of the conversation for a few minutes showing how much we’ve grown apart, “Art I have to go so…”

“…yeah,” I whispered out trying not to let how much this disappointed me show, “I guess I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Tell the family hi for me?”

“Will do, have a good night I’ll call you when I get there,”

Mark hung up shortly after that leaving me in a down mood, hardly up for driving down there and than hanging around two young kids. In the bedroom, suitcases already packed, I unpacked Mark’s and stuffed his picture in the zipper part of my suitcase before trudging out into the snow. Tossing the luggage in the back of my Dodge Durango, in the drivers seat I pulled out and headed down the winding road, radio softly playing in the back ground as my mind wondered back to the first time Mark and I met….