There they were. Neatly sitting in the hall closet, just waiting to be found. I'd almost forgotten about them, but running from my bed this morning, feeling the cold floor on my bare feet, I knew I would need them. I'd already tried going without them this morning as I ran along the crusty, cold, snow-covered grass with my dog. But I couldn't bear the shock I felt as the chill ran through my body like lightning. It was then I knew I had to find them. Winter would not be the same without them.
The hunger pain of breakfast could wait. Some time earlier, my mom had made sure they still fit. She must have known this moment would be soon. She must have known I would have an unbeliveable sense of urgency to use them as soon as it arrived.
So there I was. Standing at the hall closet with the door ajar. Staring at the corner of darkness where I knew they must be. One step in, and I've got them. I just have to reach around the vacuum.
Whew! Before I could think they were in my hands. But wait. I needed more. So when I again went out into the cold I would feel a buzz of warmth. A sticky sweat under it all keeping me insulated and comfy. I needed it all.
The pants. The coat. The hat. The gloves. All of it. It was time. No more swimsuit summer days. Mom was right, the season had changed. Summer to fall to winter to summer. No wait, there was one more season I know I've learned about. It had the song with flowers and rain. Spring. That's it.
But here I am. On the brink of winter and mom is worried about feeding me breakfast. Food can wait. She must not understand what it feels like to sink into the depth of snow. To make the first footprints. To fall and slide and build like nothing else. Maybe she's never experienced the snow. I will have to show her how amazing it all is.
Today is the day.
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I love reading about the mind of max!
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