I
look at the world
Through parted
fingers
I
see the snow
Sparkling
in the sun
Know the glare
should burn
Can't
feel my squint
Though
it should be there
I
breath in
The
heady sent of clean clean snow
Clear and bright
It
reminds me of Christmas
And
days spent sledding
I
shift from one leg to the other
Hear
the crunch
Buried branches
snapping under my boots
Stumbling
reminds me where I am
Standing
and waiting for the signal
Bend
over to scoop up the snow
No gloves
Biting cold
Doesn't
matter
Wont
last long
Pull
down my hood
Just
gets in the way
Behind me a child's
voice
"One!
Two! Three! GO!"
There
it is
I
turn sharply
Whip
arm
Snowball
flies
Reels back
Hit
hard
Wet
face
Still
laughs
It begins to seem like a death scene with the line "It doesn't matter it won't last long."
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