Snow dreams
Reading of Kabu's and Wiley's snowy wonderland that fell quietly overnight, I remembe that magic of midnight snows coming down heavy, glowing with dispersed town lighting so it is bright enough to walk about, stomping down the squeaky snow, strolling in the magic of it all. I once woke Charlie when he was maybe 7 or 8, going for that midnight snowstorm amble. Even in the city, the blanket of white, before it turns grey and dirty, worn out and full of slush, covers over the bleakness of concrete,... Sign in to see full entry.