She opened her eyes.
8:30! Why didn't mom wake her?
Wait. . .
She dashed to the window and peeked through the blinds. The backyard was covered in powdery whiteness.
. . .
Her little boots crinkled into the snow as she walked across the yard. She walked slowly because of all the extra clothes layered on top of her.
She scooped up a handful of snow with her mitten-clad hand and brought it to her face. She loved the way the fresh snow felt in her mouth.
She grabbed another handful of snow and brought her hands together to pack it tight. She gently stuck the snowball on the ground and packed more snow around it.
Back and forth across the yard she trudged, shoving the snowball over itself until it was too big to move.
She flopped back into an unwalked upon area. She swung her arms above her head as best she could and kicked her legs wide. Horizontal jumping-jacks.
Her angel was going to look amazing. She would introduce her to her snowman if she ever finished him. Sledding was up next. And then hot chocolate.
Whoosh!
A shovelful of snow thudded onto her as she looked up at the clouds. Her brother was taking care of the sidewalk. What a jerk.
But she didn't mind. The cold snow felt good on her face. She licked her lips and smiled.
Snow days are the best.
The sun shined on her cold, pink face, and she smiled.
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Sawyer Kuhl
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I like how this reflects the mind or thoughts of a child in snow- so excited! “She dashed to the window and peeked through the blinds. The backyard was covered in powdery whiteness.” - does a great job of painting this picture, and it feels good to read something so wholesome😊