Year 1 #sol17 11/31

I open the door and look around. A layer of white greets my eyes like a friend who came back to visit shortly after leaving. I bundle up in a warm fuzzy scarf and gloves. My boots crunch in the snow as I walk down the steps leaving a trail of footprints behind. I hold onto my coffee mug still steaming with fresh coffee. The aroma seems amplified by the snow; I steal a sip. Snowflakes are still floating down in no hurry at all. It’s calming to watch their descent. I tilt my head upward and stick out my tongue, like I used to as a child, trying to catch a snowflake on my tongue. Got one! It quickly melts and disappears leaving behind a slight refreshing taste. Even though snow isn’t what it used to be as a kid, it’s still pretty amazing. 


6 thoughts on “Year 1 #sol17 11/31

  1. Deb Frazier says:

    Your post has me dreaming of that amazing feeling of hearing school canceled for SNOW! Doesn’t seem I will be reliving that feeling this year…the forsythia have already bloomed!


  2. Morgan says:

    This is a perfect example of a small moment, captured with such delicate care. Your words drift from line to line, perfectly paced with the falling fluff.


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