Picture courtesy of Sandra Crook
So many places have endured the worst winter ever. We have had one of the mildest here. I have enjoyed it but find it unsettling at the same time.
Word count: 101
Frozen – 2045
– Tell me what it used to be like, gramma.
– Well, honey, it was like touching a cloud. Snowflakes were crisp and delicate, quickly melting to droplets on your finger.
– And what about snowmen? Did you ever make one of those?
– Of course, silly! We would race out to make one even when there was only an inch of snow!
I closed the picture book, suddenly saddened that my great grandchild would never see snow. She’d live without, as we all did, missing all the beauty held within a snowflake: a one of kind universe, uniquely wrought by nature, beautiful, gone forever.
© Erin Leary
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