he used to watch snow fall for hours…fascinated by it…said he didn’t know there was such a thing til he moved North…never knew magic as a child…never saw a single flake…
but he’d sit there…all day long lookin’ at blankets coverin’ the ground…kids makin’ snow angels…sleddin’ down hills…steerin’ with their feet…plows makin’ music as they drove down streets and alleyways…
said he was gonna miss the white stuff most of all…more than the Sun or colors changin’ in the Fall…wished he could bottle it up and keep it…
felt saddened when it melted…knew Summer was on the front burner…Spring would just pass in the blink of an eye…never appreciated the new birth…just wanted to see white…
just wanted to see white…
