What a better subject to write about than the winter?
My thoughts took me back to the winters I experienced in my city. Those big fluffy snowflakes falling over the town brought the magic. I spent countless evenings just staring at their hide and seek game. An invisible force made me open the window and stick my head out, trying to capture few of them on my tongue. They tasted like honey or sweet water. A grin stretched across my face as I surrendered my arms to their fabulous, delightful control.
Layers after layers of fresh snow covered the ground, and the city came alive with giggles and shouts. Everyone was outside, building snowmen or sliding on the steepest hill they could find. Girls and boys pushed each other, trying to get on the top of the hill to slide one more time. Some of them used their own clothes to get just one more round. Hours and hours passed and no one noticed. It was the magic of the winter that brought everyone together for another session of cheers.
It snowed today, and everything became a fairy tale in white. Five inches of snow swallowed my feet, and I giggled again. I stomped my frozen feet and thumped my chilly body to warm up. My ears caught fire and turned icy-blue. I even caught a snowflake of two, and they still tasted like honey. I always loved winter with its enormous snowdrifts, snowball fights, snowmen, frozen cheeks and hands. All around me, the snow flashed and glittered, and, as my walk ended, I marveled at the might of nature.
Carmen Monica Oprea 