![]() Everything outside my window wears a pure, white cloak. I love looking out at the fresh fallen snow, the way it balances on bare branches, dresses up dirty winter streets and softens everything. I remember the afternoon of my fifth birthday when the first snowflakes of the winter started to fall. I believed, in that sure way only a small child can, that the snow was falling just for me. I wore my favorite dress with pink polka-dots. It was the Mad Men era when little girls wore dresses, even on days it snowed. Nature didn’t guarantee snow would stick where I lived. Usually it was a sloppy mess, soon turning to rain. Only once every few years, did enough pile up that we could go sledding on the hill behind our house. Nothing but the coming of Christmas caused more joy. Now I live where it snows every winter and we measure it in feet, not inches. Oh, it can be a pain, the cold, the shoveling, the dangerous driving. But I have a five-year-old in me that still gazes in wonder. Because it’s beautiful and I know it’s just for me.
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Virginia
12/8/2010 04:26:56 am
We played in the snow when we had it for hours. I loved hiking up the hill and sliding down in the moonlight. I always wished that the hill was a little longer so the ride lasted. I hate being cold though. The tingling feeling in the behind is the worst. I wish I had a giant snowsuit for myself because I feel bad not playing with the kids. I don't ever remember playing with mom so I am sure they will be okay.
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