You have no idea how happy the snow made me.
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It looks so beautiful and soft. And inviting.
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It just begs you to come outside and lie in it, like a blanket. To bury yourself in it and then, laughing, to pick yourself up and brush yourself off. Then, look down at it, and smile. And then, you'll start to walk towards your house, and you'll look back and you'll see the imprint of your body in the snow. And then, you'll smile again and start running to your house. And you'll take off your coat and boots and mitts and hat and you'll hang them up to dry. You'll get some hot chocolate from your mom, your cold fingers will rub against her warm ones and you'll get a tingle down your spine. Then she'll wrap you in a blanket and you'll place yourself by the fire. But soon, you'll remove the blanket and you'll let the fire warm the back of your sweater. And when the sweater gets really hot, you'll lie on the ground, on your back and feel the heat, and it will hurt, but it will be the nicest hurt in the world.
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that's what I think of when I see the snow
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(and yes, Carol-Lee, I am a cheater)
2 comments:
no you're not. look at the comment i commented back to yours. i said, "yes you can! i liked it."
i like this post.
That's good, because I did... : )
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