I just wrote down some thoughts as I looked out my bedroom window. I just wanted to record this brief moment.

Thoughts on the first snowstorm of the season

It’s night, but the sky is grey with a hint of orange from the streetlamps

My bedroom window is covered in droplets – still too warm to freeze completely

The street below is covered in white, marred by a single set of car tracks

The river is a frozen sheath of ice broken by the spillway, just enough to show that the water is never as still as it appears

Down the sidewalks, the wind shakes the awnings above, sending a flurry of snow falling behind me as I walk

There is no school tomorrow

I imagine the snowmen and angels yet to be born

I remember the simultaneous chill and heat from playing, shoveling, sledding, laughing

The prickling warmth as I return indoors

I love the crunch of snow under my boots, the flakes in my hair, my frozen breath

The cracking of melting ice

The snowdrifts in the fields, like a desert of white

The trees and roofs adorned with new clothes

The silence