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My eyes enjoy looking at the dark blankets that so gently cover them. My warm covers keep the cold from creeping in. Its still dark which means it is still early into the new day or the clouds won't let the sun come out and play. On Thursday mornings case it was that of the second. 8:30 Am. Grey sky. Very Grey. 9:00 Am. Heavy snow. Very heavy snow. The world around me slowly grows a beard of white. It grows thicker and thicker every minute. I take step outside and the cold takes away my breath. More layers than just a simple sweater is needed. More Snow.

The wind picks up the light snow swirling it like a tornado on the plains. No more grey, the sky is turning black as the day goes on. Yet it is not dark. A bright glow inluminates the sky. Tiny lights make there way into crowded sky. From my mountain I can see the world like no other. The blanket is thick and fluffy. The world is tucked in for a good nights sleep. More Snow.

My nose is gently awakened with the aroma of a breakfast made with great care love...and extra grease. The sun has still not come out. The air is still crisp. The day after snow is usually met with sun. Not this day. Snow comes occasionaly but not like it did previously. Playing in snow brings one great joy, whether riding, sliding, tromping or throwing. The city comes to my mountain eye's view for a time. Then it slowly dissapears into the grey. More snow. The dark comes once again with the illumination of a thousand lights. Goodnight says the sun to earth.

More Snow.

Who knows what tommorow holds.