Snow

I remember the first snow, and all of the first snows. The way the snowflakes drifted down from the sky like feathers, covering everything with powdery whiteness. The quiet, muffled sounds as I fell backwards into it. Watching the fluff rise as I landed and made that first snow angel.

I hate the snow. Having to shovel it from my walkway and then having to walk through it to get to my job. The wet sloshing of it as the chill bites into my face. And the disgusting way it holds the grime and litter of cars and people alike.

The blizzard took hold of the day, keeping all motion outside at a standstill. The kids were good with that, as schools closed everywhere. I on the other hand shared a look with my wife. If we didn’t get this payment in on time today we would lose the house.