Venison For Supper

Tonight, Uncle Jim is preparing supper.
Venison.
I don't know how, but I know it shall be good.
I watched Uncle Jim on the snowplow and couldn't help but smile. I could see Mark and Uncle Jim taking turns on it, having a grand time.
It is times like these that I miss my Mark.
He would have me outside, making a snowman or getting into a snow ball fight. And of course he would win.
Afterwards we would get warm with cups of hot coco or tea.
Mark loves snow. And snow makes me think of Mark.
So does venison.
I hope he calls tonight.