5 minutes after I’d texted a friend to complain that there was no snow on the horizon, despite the freezing temperatures, some tiny little flakes began to fall sending everyone into a hype of cold excitement. In an effort to look more put-together I’d recently relegated my snow boots and was quietly thrilled to put them back on, my comfortable little pillows of warmth. We watched the flurries all night by the golden glow of the street lights and in the morning a light dusting remained, just enough to be sure it was real.
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