Every snowflake is unique, just like the memories they bring.
Faces of kids are dancing around me, I can hear the laughter, I can feel the joy.
Our house buried under a blanket of snow; my Grandma surprising me with a new pair of gloves, because the old ones had disappeared – once again.
I laugh at the funny hat she forces me to wear.
My first car stuck in the snow, a shy kiss from a childhood friend.
The desire for snow burns deep in me. It’s part of my past, it’s part of me.
I am a mountain girl.
Sadly, this year we hardly had any snow, just like last year. It’s unusually warm, and I will have to cut the lawn for the first time in February. I have high hopes for next year. 🙂
The Friday Fictioneers are held by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It’s a fun photography challenge that taught me to make every word count. Thank’s Rochelle!