Rusty blades sliced through the snow
In the still of the night snow accumulated swiftly — a gift from the heavens — undisturbed by adults who did not appreciate its unique beauty, and mischievous children who did not understand that it served as a protective blanket of white Mother Nature lovingly crafted with icy precision, intended to protect the dormant ground beneath it until Spring emerged, reborn, bringing with it welcome warmth, along with a multitude of bright, inviting colors. A new beginning…
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It had already been snowing for several hours when Kevin Wilson yawned, scratched his head, sat up in bed, and looked out his bedroom window, squinting against the blinding glare, an endless sheen, cold yet appealing, full of untapped potential; the backyard had been transformed into an immaculate, white landscape beyond compare. Downy, white flakes continued to fall, accumulating rapidly. He bounded out of bed and went into the living room. “Morning, Mom. Is school canceled?” Kevin crossed his fingers.
Bleary-eyed, his mother, Susan looked up from her MacBook Pro propped on the breakfast nook and yawned. “Yes, you can go back to sleep if you want to, Kevin. I really wish I could crawl back into bed and spend the day snuggled under the covers, safe and warm, binge-watching Netflix on my iPad, but I have work to do.”
