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Personally, I'm hoping for a an old-fashioned snow day. No, no beleaguered parents, relax. I'm looking for a proper snow day. Not one that's called early due to some meteorologist 's undeniably mistaken promise of slippery roads 8 hours from now. We all know those calls, the 'safe' bets made for fear of litigation.
Nope, I want a snow day from way back in the day.
Sweet exhaustion from both the cold and the pure bliss of it all. Rosy cheeks, breathlessness, still wet socks despite the plastic bag lined boots, a runny nose, mitts hardened with iceballs.
A sore tailbone.
Damn, that would be nice.
I want to unhinge my eyes from the screen, slow my brain down just a wee, and see things in a different light.
At an alternate speed.
Then frame them just so in my minds eye, to create slow stories for the telling.
-Downtown Lynn
Nope, I want a snow day from way back in the day.
Sweet exhaustion from both the cold and the pure bliss of it all. Rosy cheeks, breathlessness, still wet socks despite the plastic bag lined boots, a runny nose, mitts hardened with iceballs.
A sore tailbone.
Damn, that would be nice.
I want to unhinge my eyes from the screen, slow my brain down just a wee, and see things in a different light.
At an alternate speed.
Then frame them just so in my minds eye, to create slow stories for the telling.
-Downtown Lynn
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