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A little picture of my snowy back garden :) I see snow and I am immediately 5yrs old again, I can’t help myself :)
The adult thinks about the road chaos, the cold, the mess, people moaning, the wet when it melts and all those things……. but the little boy, the small little boy hidden in me just stares out of the window and smiles, the crunch under your feet as you walk, the first foot prints on the path, snowball fights, cold, wet hands that sting and hurt as they warm and dry when you finally return home and the silence and stillness all around…. that’s the part I really love, standing in a thick snow storm, flakes blowing all around, so many you cannot count or see, so much movement.. but there is no noise!! where does it go?? I think the snow soaks it all up and puts it in a bottle until has finished painting the world white, then the sound returns along with the reality that you will now have to go and scrape the car to get to work ha ha :)
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