Write about going on a picnic.
“It’s freezing out!”
“Okay so a hot picnic then.”
That still didn’t seem like a plan to get enthusiastic about. He filled the flask as she ran upstairs, dug out her thermals and put on the thickest socks she could find.
It was a short drive into the wilderness and they snuggled under the blankets with steaming mugs of soup.
“Look-up,” he said opening the sunroof. “And wait.”
Nothing could have prepared her for the amazing show that danced around them. She sat mesmerised by the eerie, mystical lights. The temperature was close to -25, but she no longer cared.