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Day Two
6:48 PM
December 24, 2009
Dads

Each roof blended with the neighboring one, as did the next, and the next. And all blended with the musty sky, which fell upon and surrounded me vigorously. the difference now between the grass and many flowerbeds and plants and gardens became none; they equaled the sidewalk on which I stepped and the streets on which I gazed and on the trees on which blew about with the cold winter air.
Yes, it snowed; Snowed it had since early. A blizzard warning even occured and now all there was outside was white. White was the streets and white was the fallen trees and white was the houses and white was the sidewalks, all matching the silent white air that showed no care for my red nose and my cold ears and my cold right hand that had no glove, but my left had. Under the permafrost was children, running and forming small white spheres in there hands and throwing them at one another, only to be stopped by their mothers quickly coming out and calling for them to come in for hot cocoa or dinner. They dressed in only summer clothes, clothes you tend to need in texas or florida. I knew then that I had to make a snowman. Yes, I did.

As I headed home from a cold walk in the snow I turned. behind me was a trail of footprints. Ahead was so much snow you couldn't tell if you were walking in the grass or on the sidewalk.
A single rose seemed to pop and endlessly bloom somehow in the harsh tempatures. It gave off a vibe that sang to me, "The sun echoes off my roots and soon the snow will dissapear and once more be food for the earth."