Warm sleep is nudged awake by the singing church bells. It is early. It’s still dark outside. And I can already tell winter is being mean today. I pull my blanket up to my chin and glare at my window.
My first snow.
I forgive the biting cold and the icy floor. I pull on a sweater and pull open the door. Brrrrrrr. The morning air tears into my skin, its sweet scent lost in the view that has been conjured up during the night. Snow-coated roofs and white park benches. Trees all dressed in white trimmings. Tiny flakes precariously perched on twigs and branches. A little black dog surrounded by white. Pink boots and scarves wound up tight.
*dumbstruck awe. or maybe just frozen stiff*
Click.
Click.
Click.
Something to remember it by. And then I shiver, I cling to the warmth hidden in my sweater sleeves and run back to my warm bed.
*yaaaaaaaaaayyy my first snow!!*
*crazy extremely embarrassing, girly excitement follows*
3 comments:
I love the snow and the way the flakes settle on your skin, waiting to be brushed off :D
What part of the world are you in?
am in zagreb, croatia right now. it's a gorgeous little place :)
what the fug are you doing there!! sounds brilliant. mail me at ndblog@gmail.com I may have a business opportunity for you
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