thirty-two hours in three hundred words

It was just above freezing when I got into the car Tuesday morning. The rising sun had just barely cleared my neighbor's roof, and did its best to melt the frost off of my roof and windshield.

Anne and I sat in the passenger compartment shivering, surprisingly thick clouds of fog blooming in front of us with every breath, while we waited for the engine to warm up.

"We should have started the car five minutes ago and waited in the house," I said, hugging myself to keep warm.

"When we build...