kinder happily samples the first batch of playground snow
it ‘tastes like fancy water.’
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“i leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue.
they tasted so good, so pure and so divine,
like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. ”
the first sled ride of the year with a pile of my kinders.
the first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event.
you go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up
in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
– j.b. priestly
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image credit: national wildlife federation
