snow observations

It is never more quiet than when it snows.

 Kids love the snow and could play in it without a coat and not notice.

I discovered it is exhilarating to go out for a run when the snow is swirling.

I have seen snow fall all day without one hint of white on the ground.

Snow is welcomed and perceived beautiful until the first 50 degree day of the new year.

All of our snow melts, but across the street, the grass is still covered in a layer of white.

But when I think of snow, all I can picture are desert mountains.

I listen to The Writer's Almanac every morning, and I recently heard a poem by Louis Jenkins.
Please, click here and read Paradise.

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