-Oscar Wilde “Who’s bright idea was it to go jogging in this weather?” Karma shot Daniel a scowl, her nose freezing, her legs tingling beneath her thermal leggings and nylon, water resistant training pants that swished like two plastic bags being rubbed together with every stride. Zach, who trotted on her other side, laughed. “Daniel, I think you just got on Karma’s shit list.” “She’ll thank me later . . . on her wedding day when she looks absolutely fabulous in her dress.” She expelled a derisive huff. “At this rate, I might never get into a wedding dress.” Daniel shot her an inquisitive glance. “Mark still hasn’t set a date,” she explained. The threesome followed a curve along the trail as an icy mist began falling. It wasn’t quite warm enough for rain, not quite cold enough for snow. Just right for miserable mist that made the air feel like ice. “Well, honey, what’s that fine man waiting for? A shift in the gravitational forces of the universe.”
