Winter Amusement
Authors Note: Remember when you were younger? Everything was fun and easier. You made everything into a joke or a game. In this piece I tried to capture the essence of childhood memories and the beauty of winter. When I wrote this I was thinking of waking up to the loveliness of winter.
I wake up early Monday morning. The sky is still dark. Slipping on some boots and a coat; I walk outside. My spine has chills going up it like when I watch a horror movie. The snow is falling lightly, but it looks like it has been snowing for days. It’s as white as a blank sheet of paper. Silence surrounds me and I turn my head as I hear a still noise; a tree branch is shaking and the snow shatters to the ground.
A creek behind me makes me turn my head; to see my mom standing in the doorway. Staring in awe at the beauties of nature. Everything looks the same. Our car is buried in snow, I can’t tell anything apart from another. Sometimes I wish I was a little kid. When I was younger I felt infinite. Like nothing could hurt me.
The memories start to rush back to me; making snow angels, snowmen, and dancing with the flakes as they fell. I do a twirl as I think of it. All I do is smile when I think about these things. Snowflakes start to come down faster and gracefully dance through the air as they did when I was smaller.
Winter is a wonderland. I love the snow when it is untouched. Where everything is the same. When the snow falls I know it will be a day of joy and memories. Being little was the best, I was happier then. Snow fills me with childlike happiness.