White Stuff

Come with me for a moment while I weave a fantastical tale of an Arizona girl

and the wonders of snow. :)

Today I woke up to rain pounding on the tin roof and I thought to myself, as I dragged myself out of bed,

"If only it would snow."

I got ready this morning. I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair.

I stepped outside my door and my breath came in delicate puffs.

My feet crunched through the snow left over from last night.

I swept off the snow on my car and drove to school.

During class, I looked out the window and a beautiful scene played before my eyes:

Snow.

Delicate, white flakes floated around in the sky.

The outside was totally transformed. Everything was white and clean.

Once I got outside for Seminary, I promptly stuck out my tongue to catch the falling sugar.

But it didn't taste like sugar, like I knew it wouldn't, but I felt like a kid again.

It was beautiful.