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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
I miss the rush of excitement after looking out my window and viewing a fresh new blanket of snow. I miss bracing myself before stepping outside to face the wintery day. I miss the first cloudy breath upon entering the frozen world. I miss the numbness in my fingers after yielding to the temptation to gather some of the beautiful whiteness into my bare hands. I miss the sting of my cheeks in the heat of a snowball fight. I miss the attempts to build snowmen, even when the snow is far too powdery. I miss the hand that pulls me up off my back so as to not mar my newly-created snow angel. I miss the train of sleds behind Grandpa's tractor while he drags us through his snowy fields. I miss the ache of my arms after attempting to help shovel the driveway. I miss the cautious baby-steps across the driveway, ever-conscious that I could slip and fall at any time. I miss searching frantically for a glove that at least slightly resembles the one I have on. I miss plastic bags over my socks to keep off the snow that seeps through the holes in my boots. I miss frozen shoe-strings. I miss waiting for our old car to heat up, only to finally get comfortable upon arriving at our destination. I miss calling people up, trying desperately to get a group together to go sledding. I miss our dog, Paul, thinking snow was the best meal he could get. I miss the blinding but but beautiful glitter of the sun's reflection on the snow. I miss frozen strands of hair, sticking to my face. I miss the longing for mom's home-made hot chocolate, after a hard play in the snow. I miss the pile of wet snowsuits, mittens, hats, and scarves at the bottom of the basement stairs. I miss Indiana Winter. You are blessed, my Hoosier friends. I truly hope you realize... Be safe, and enjoy some for me, if you can. song of the post ~ "Chicago" by Sufjan Stevens Charity | 10:40 pm Comments-[ comments.] |
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