The snow drifted slowly down, delicate, powdery, uncertain. The sun peeked out again, melting the flakes to pools of puddles but that bitter wind gusted again until we had flurries of white whipping around our faces on the long walk to school. Biting cold hands and noses burned as we warmed up in the library, and safe inside at home we played with Lego, made pizzas, used playdough and finally adventured out into the cold for an explore.
We crunched through the drifts with the first footprints of the day, pulling our loads behind us. Silent roads, still houses, and one stop for chocolate later, a trip back for the car and some defrosting in the warmth later we did manage to have a bit of a sledge in the icy air.
The flakes have melted away now, bringing a week that is pulled back into reality, away from the frozen wonder that disrupted yet added a little extra magic to those few days. After years with no snow, hopefully the effort put into these memories will pay off and they will last longer than the snow did.
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