Some Weather I Love
Snowflakes the size of popcorn, twelve degrees, windy, in the woods, sun shining in the south part of the sky, which is weird bright baby blue.
Fat sideways snow, like gnome pillows, flung, at night in streetlights, when the shiny black streets look like wet stone.
The third day of three days of snowing. It feels like an addiction—what will I do when it isn’t snowing any more? How will I live.
1 Comment so far
Leave a reply
I actually miss the snow. Not the shovelling and cold, but the pretttyyy snow. Well, I don’t miss the falling down multiple times part, or the driving on ice, or the attempting to wake up early when all I wanna do is snuggle under my warrrrrmmmm comforter and hide there. Besides all that, I miss the snow.