THE ARCHIVES: Chapter 43

Snow

Halfway through the day,
the cold, misty rain turned to snow.
I couldn’t help but see it
as a positive sign.
When I walked outside
and saw the school
(my school)
slowly being blanketed
under a furry white coat,
I felt calm.
Even as the wind whipped
and flung snow into my face,
stinging my eyes and turning my cheeks
as red as rubies,
I became serene.
There’s something about snow
that’s almost magical.
The way it sparkles, the way it silences all sound.
Just saying the word snow
is like casting a spell
to make things better.

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