Writer's Block: A Winter Memory
When I was a child I would get my snow suit on and go play in the snow. The snow was so white and when the sun shone upon it, it was almost blinding. I'd pick up a hand full of the fresh white snow and eat some, it was so fresh tasting and quenched my thirst for the moment. My brother would ride by on his snow mobile and the smell of the exhaust would linger in the air. After awhile the cold would sting my cheeks and finger tips but I would stay out as long as I could stand it. You could hear noise's from a long way off on a calm, crisp winter day. A mile away I could hear my brothers snow mobile, long before I could see him coming. I could hear footsteps in the snow before I could see who was making the noise and a dog barking somewhere out of sight...