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| Photo taken December 27, 2027 |
I baked bread today,
the aroma of home
gentle in the air.
Outside snow was flying.
Not a soft silent drift but
busily covering
cars,
houses,
fences,
sidewalks,
all the remnants of autumn.
Dressing myself in
toque,
down jacket
and mitts,
with my much smaller shovel
I stepped out into the swirling snow.
~ the soft light kind.
Brushing my hand on the railing,
fine flakes flew away on
mischievous wind currents.
The silence of this snow day,
despite the wind,
brought me a sweet memory:
the bite of cold on nose and cheeks
took me to the skating rink.
Thoughts of making a snow man flew away
because the snow was too dry to
pack into the right shape.
(and I had no carrot or twig for a nose!)
“A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky,
unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder.”
~ Susan Orlean, journalist and author
Author’s note: Snow this year has been very limited so far.


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