Eishalle by Paysage D'Hiver. As some snow rolls our way (not much of it), I think back on those days when the white stuff was exciting and brought with it an early dismissal from the torments of school. Or, even better, a snow day. The most glorious of nature's gifts. No school, and an entire day of building snow forts, having snowball fights, and sledding at a local golf course (owners probably hated it [and us]).
Seems it doesn't snow much in these parts these days, and I'm a little sad to admit that I don't miss it. As I get older (and older), I finally get why my grandparents seemed to live in fear of snow. And the cold for that matter. As I imagine a draft on my neck and scrunch up like Ebeneezer Scrooge.
But I AM really looking forward to this light snow. Perfectly timed for the weekend before Christmas. We'll have the appropriate music playing... and cookies baking. And I will finally wrap some presents.
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