JIM pushed his way out of the back door as the cold March wind slammed against the North side of the house and tried to hold him in. Immediately the driving snowflakes began to find little gaps around the collar of his blanket- lined denim jacket. He hunched his shoulders, flipped up the collar, and gave a little tug at his snug lumberjack's cap as he struggled to pull on his fivebuckle overshoes...
Sketch: Vol. 22
, Article 7.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol22/iss2/7