Shivers.
The steam from my breath.
You know, I miss my winters. I miss the cold sun. I miss the clouds draped over the sky, the frosty branches, the unspoiled snow where you could feel the crunch beneath your boots.
I miss how, when a wild blizzard hit, I’d wake up at 5 AM, put on two layers of pants, and embed my feet in that layer of white. I’d make little snowballs, pile them up, throw them against a fence just to hear the BOOSH!—God, I loved watching them explode. And I remember rolling those snowballs into big, bigger boulders, building a snowman all by myself.
Oh man, the fun. Another thing I loved? Forts. I used to build forts right out of the snow, with ceilings. I’d invite my friends in, and we’d read comic books, play on a Game Boy—man, that was awesome. We’d take off our jackets, climb up a high hill, and slide down.
God, the amount of fun.
We haven’t had a winter like that in ages. I don’t think we’ve had a winter like that in 20, maybe 25 years. It’s all getting warmer. We were lucky this year to have even one weekend of snow. But if you really want to experience it nowadays, you have to go into the mountains.
Snow ain’t coming where I live anymore.
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