The power of snow, it’s magic.
Like an epic fairy tale, I get pulled into its story.
We dance and run, sing and howl in it.
Laughter fills the fresh silence that comes with snow.
Memories of my childhood come flooding back.
I am a kid again.
Leaping like a bird and I grab her hands.
Spinning around, snow flakes whirl around us.
Letting go, we’re hysterical with laughter.
Ah the magic of child’s play.
Please never go away.
I’m going to explore writing more short stories / poems in the future.