The First Snow
The Beauty Within a Winter's Day
How beautiful it is to wake up to find the first snow on the ground
All around you, a white blanket of snow draped over everything
Cold air brushes your face as you breathe out, taking it all in
Throwing that first snowball, feeling like a kid again
Making snow angels as snow comes down on top of you
Taking a moment, enjoying life's simplest joys
Just as a child hoping for a snow day from school
Sticking your tongue out, tasting freshly fallen snow
No worries, no cares, just the snow and your dreams
The feeling of sitting by the fireplace
Thinking nothing could be better as this first snowy day
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Judith Jascha
Mom, sister, teacher, student, writer. I love to touch on all areas as I like to expose myself to new things. My goal is to use my experience to entertain and educate.
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