A Dark and Stormy Night

I am cold and my skin is turning color from the freezing air. The snow is gently falling as it has been for the last four hours. I am thinking the temperature has to be well below freezing as the beautiful quiet flakes fall to the ground and add to the ever increasing depth. I am not quite sure where I am but I am convinced I will be frozen by morning.

It’s dark now and the sky is beautiful although no stars can be seen tonight through the falling snow. The moon is just a slight blur through the clouds and I decide to wait for sunrise to try to determine where I am. Each unique tiny little flake, together with all the others, cling together to form drifts of soft white powder, the kind that skiers and beloved snowmen dream of.

The children have all been called to go in the house. Hot chocolate and grilled cheese sandwiches await. The dark around me becomes silent. Streetlights blink and go out. The stillness is broken only by the sound of the plow trucks crashing through the night creating even bigger drifts which will become snow tunnels in the light of day.

It remains cold all night. I can see my breath coming in short white puffs and the snow has finally stopped. As the sun rises in the morning, I realize I know where I am. I am on Frosty’s face. I had forgotten that I was a carrot.