Snow falls quietly before snow balls start flying
Ice feels good breaking on the face
The players smile
Cold
Wet
Sloshing down the neck
Friends hide, planning and packing snow
Then firing balls feverishly, trying to avoid a hit
Red faces
Cold hands
Tears drop from the cold
Hands need a fire
But laugher surrounds
And in the end
There is peace
As friends wobble around
Arm in arm
Feet crunch on the newly fallen snow
In the distance
The way distance,
A mother calls her children home to dinner
And it sounds as if she is there beside them
Snow
Beautiful and white
Magnifying sound
Fun to play in
Hard to plow sometimes
And it gets brown and hard when it stays too long
When it's gone
We are glad
But memories linger on...
This post is dedicated to our friends and family in New England as you weather another snow storm!
