Blanket
She saw the white blanketed ground as the gentle icy air blew small flurries across the pond. It was peaceful. Almost as if one could endure the cold lying down and watching it floating down from the sky.
Rainy Daze
Today I miss my daughters. It's raining here. My feet are stiff and there's a dull ache in the top of my back. I peer out the window at the tiny raindrops that landed on the glass. Slowly two small beads of rain slide down the glass as I just stare in a daze, remembering my daughter telling me once that in the car on drives to the Carolinas, she would watch two raindrops slide down the glass as we drove and pretend they were racing. I used to play in the rain with soap with my girls. Outside we would go, lathered up and dancing in the rain wild and free feeling it pelting against our warm flesh. We would laugh and sing and stomp in the mud with bare feet, burying our toes in the sandy soil. It was so much fun. To me the best part was coming in and peeling off soaking wet garments, usually a slip or simple dress. We would wrap ourselves in warm soft towels and feel fresh and dry. My oldest would act like a wild bird....
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