Daily Archives: January 23, 2011

Snow is White

The snow is crisp; the snow is still, as it lies silent on the hill. The snow is fluffy; the snow is white, and it glistens in the light. The snow is deep; the snow is cold, it reminds me of days of old. When I walked to school, in weather good or bad, and played on the snow banks on my way home and made trails on which to roam. The snow was fluffy; the snow was white and we would clean the pond, so we could skate at night.