I put on layers of clothing, fuzzy mittens and a scarf snug around my neck. I open the door to a cold that flushes through my body despite my layers. Sink into the drifts, the snow light as air between my hands. The laughter of kids rises like steam into the air. We push the snow, shaping it's formless waves into walls and happy chunks. I lay down feeling my body sinking into the softness of the day and make the best snow angel you ever saw. Staring up into the blanketed sky and beauty sits in the palm in my hand.

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