Winter Storms

Basically a tale of me reminiscing on the delights of adolescent snow days

I’m at ease as the peace of snow surrounds me. The streets are desolate and echoes are heard for miles around. My vision is obscured by furious snowflakes and I am not at all bothered. On the contrary I am as happy as I’ve ever been as I reminisce on my child hood. Memories of hot chocolate, tomato soup, and grilled cheese sandwiches flit across my brain. I remember half attempts at making snow men and successful attempts of mischievous behavior. Myself and others pelted cars with snowballs as they had the audacity to drive down our streets. I remember shoveling driveways and clearing paths for a generous donation of twenty dollars. Nose red and mittens stiff I found refuge in the laundromat. There was a glitch in the drier machines which allowed you to dry clothes for free. I exploited that malfunction with glee. I remember sliding down hills in trash can lids bent forward in an attempt to gather speed. What a sight I must have been. I am twenty five years of age and well over five feet tall now. I could not imagine trying to accomplish the same feat again. I remember darkness coming sooner and more ominously. It was more beautiful and full of peace. Night time stretched into infinity. I swear now that then is when I fell in love. Love for the comfort of Winter Storms. It was the most serene peace an adolescent could feel. Love for the laughter of children sledding. Love for the shouts of delight from snow ball fights. Love for the feeling of warm chocolate in cold bellies. Love for the icicles on the tip of my nose. Love and absolute bliss I look back on today and miss dearly. Life then was better and so much more care free. The air since then has not tasted as good. Snow on a bare face has not excited me much since. There are the memories that mean the most. They are the best moments of my life. Salvation and freedom from my adult dilemmas reside inside my adolescent thoughts. I’m at ease, as the peace of the wind and oncoming snow surrounds me. I make friends of snowmen, and Angels left in the snow. I build igloos to take refuge from the cold, and drink cocoa to warm my belly. I am 12 years old again and in love with the world. What do I know? I’m just a kid. 

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[Mister T.]

The good old days, throwing snowballs at cars and building snowmen. How wonderful.
Reading this instantly brought back some memories. The font was a bit small, though, which made it harder to keep concentrated. Maybe you could increase the font size, it's more pleasant to the reader.
Anyways, nice read, I'll definitely review some more of your work if you decide to write more, which I strongly recommend ;)

[Casseus]

Thank you for the feed back bro. Ill definitely post more and check out some of yours