FICTION | WINTER | CHRISTMAS | SNOW | MUSERSCRIBE

The Snow Storm

Winter was Nina’s favorite season…

Nina looked forward to Winter all year long. She loved the family gatherings, the pumpkin spice muffins from her favorite coffee shop, and most of all the snow.

She remembered sledding when she was a kid.

She and her brother had matching royal blue circular sleds. They’d trudge up the steep hill, a few miles from their home, and set their sleds down to get ready for the ride ahead. And they would push off. She loved that feeling of rushing down the slope, swaying to avoid the trees every year. It took five minutes to walk up, and only seconds to speed down.

And she looked back on the day after Thanksgiving. That was the day that her family would put up the tree. They would string popcorn and drink hot cocoa, as her father secured the base of the tree that he chopped down himself.

Then they would hang ornaments of all shapes and sizes. Pinecones dipped in glitter, shiny red balls and homemade ornaments from school all adorned the Christmas tree. And when it was all decorated, her father would lift her up and let her put on the star at the very top.

It was one of her fondest memories, next to the snowstorms. She loved the stillness in the air that they brought with them. And the first snow was the best of all.

The weather forecast called for snow that evening, and Nina could barely stand the anticipation. She woke up the next morning to find the streets blanketed in fresh white glistening snow, and the air a giant whirlwind of fresh new flakes. She rushed to get her boots and coat on. Still in her pyjamas, she wrapped a scarf around her neck and threw on a hand-knitted hat for good measure.

She grabbed her keys and ran down the stairs and out into the city street below. There she closed her eyes, tipped her head upwards, and let the large flakes hit her face. She stuck out her tongue and felt the cold, wet snow melt. And then, with no destination in mind, she started walking. There was nothing else in the world like walking through the city during a snowstorm.

Snow is one of my favorite things in the world. I look forward to peering out of the kitchen window every year to see all of the cars in our parking lot blanketed in fresh snow.

I haven’t been in it for a couple of years. And I haven’t had the need for my snow boots. But this year is going to be different. I vow to get all layered up and venture out of my apartment. I want to feel that crunch under my feet and the flakes melt on my skin.

But most of all I want to witness the stillness that first snow brings with it.

This prompt — December Photo Prompts- Musers and Scribers (Prompt 5 - Snow Storm) is from Susi Moore in MuserScribe.

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