Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Writing prompt 1

It was the first snowfall of the year - and the last one. On December 31st, in the year I turned 29, a blizzard hit and dropped six feet of snow on our little village. As the first winds howled, we all breathed a sigh of relief. We'd been expecting it. From the toddler children to the residents of the old folks' home, we'd all been watching the sky and wondering where our snow was.

Blizzards don't phase us here. No, to a mountain town like Itamee, large quantities of snow are far from unexpected. We all, all 147 of us, like it better that way. With snow on the ground, we're all a little more relaxed. We sleep better, laugh more, and rest easier. It's almost like we're a whole town of enchanted snowpeople, all of us turned human by some magic that would die without the snow - and leave us lifeless as well.

Finally, the snow was here, and we could all breathe again.

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