As a child, I looked forward to snow. Snow was magical. Snow meant sledding and snowball fights. Snow meant - maybe- a day home from school. We built forts and snowmen and generally reveled in the beauty of the day. Cold? never. We would have been hypothermic before going indoors on our own. Our parents would summon us and we would run blue lipped and soaking wet to the warm comfort of our homes, which we suddenly appreciated. My mother would make us hot cocoa and milk toast (milk toast is only delicious if you have just been playing in the snow. Otherwise, it is questionable). At the end of a snow day, a warm bath was never so wonderful, and sleep was never so sound. Shoveling snow was not of our concern, nor was driving in the snow. 18 inches of beautiful white snow fell on Tuesday. It would of course have to be shoveled. Even 4 wheel drive can not rival that much snow. But, there was an air of childhood magic about it. There was just soooo much snow, a person couldn't help but stop and admire the beauty of it. Evergreen boughs yielding to the weight drew pictures in the ground snow that had risen up to meet them. All the world was eerily silent and for a moment the driveway really didn't matter. I had an overwhelming urge to build a snowman. I calculated that using the driveway snow for construction material would considerably reduce the shoveling necessary. The sun had grown weary, the gentle humm of innumerable snowblowers sang in the background, and I built a snowman.
As a child, I looked forward to snow. Snow was magical. Snow meant sledding and snowball fights. Snow meant - maybe- a day home from school. We built forts and snowmen and generally reveled in the beauty of the day. Cold? never. We would have been hypothermic before going indoors on our own. Our parents would summon us and we would run blue lipped and soaking wet to the warm comfort of our homes, which we suddenly appreciated. My mother would make us hot cocoa and milk toast (milk toast is only delicious if you have just been playing in the snow. Otherwise, it is questionable). At the end of a snow day, a warm bath was never so wonderful, and sleep was never so sound. Shoveling snow was not of our concern, nor was driving in the snow. 18 inches of beautiful white snow fell on Tuesday. It would of course have to be shoveled. Even 4 wheel drive can not rival that much snow. But, there was an air of childhood magic about it. There was just soooo much snow, a person couldn't help but stop and admire the beauty of it. Evergreen boughs yielding to the weight drew pictures in the ground snow that had risen up to meet them. All the world was eerily silent and for a moment the driveway really didn't matter. I had an overwhelming urge to build a snowman. I calculated that using the driveway snow for construction material would considerably reduce the shoveling necessary. The sun had grown weary, the gentle humm of innumerable snowblowers sang in the background, and I built a snowman.
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