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Grace's avatar

Such a lovely account of that magical time during the winter season. As a Michigander, I’d say you perfectly depicted and described that feeling, that joy, the serenity of the silent falling snow. What a wonderful delight to pounce into the fresh powder in the morning. All the possibilities of what to create with a fresh palette of snow. Not to mention sledding. Those are the memories I cling on to, the wonderful and simple moments of childhood. The world is ours. Btw, I read this to my daughter as her nightnight story. Your words are poetic.

She said it reminded her of one of her favorite books - ‘The Snowy Day’ by Ezra Jack Keats.

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Lisa Liberty's avatar

Snow sure has a way of slowing things down. The quietness of snow, I have forgotten how quiet. Snow covers the ugliness, even playing field as far as the eye can see.

Thank you for your essay. We all need to slow down and listen to the silence.

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