I bloody love snow. I am like an excited child at the first sign of those fat fluffy flakes because I am transported right back to snowy childhood Christmases.
You’ll find me outside making a snowman and laughing at our chickens, who seem to deactivate in deep snow. Silly birds.
But I know not everyone loves snow. And it can be downright disruptive and dangerous.
So, tell me—or rather, tell your yourself—what does snow mean for you? Woo hoo or bleh?
What associations does it conjure up?
What stories can you tell?
Set your timer—just 5 minutes, but feel free to keep going longer—and write.
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Notes in the Margin
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