Every
year, I look forward to this day. Not that it’s the first cold day, or the
first day where there is ice. It is,
however, the day I celebrate. Usually it is a weekend. On a weekday, I’d be
rushing off to school. I always hope for a bright sunny day. When I open the
curtains, everything is obscured by a blanket of ice. I place my forehead and
hands against the window. The warmth from my body on the smooth cold pane creates
little holes, through which I see the world outside. I now know it is winter.
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100 words written for Friday Fictioneers,
Very picturesque descriptions. This calls for some hot cocoa with little marshmallows.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, made me want to curl up with a good book under a warm blanket. :-)
ReplyDeleteMy choice? A good cup of tea, the steam melting the ice from the windows. Good job. Now I'm really cold.
ReplyDeleteI, too, look forward to winter (at least most of the time.) I love snow before it gets dirty from all the traffic, ice skating, hockey, and lots of other winter things, including how much I appreciate spring and summer once they come around. :-)
ReplyDeleteFeels like a holiday :-)
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