21.02.10
The blankets and sheets are like a angry shelter. The winds sound like a battering ram against the windows and doors. Snow has swirled during the darkness, covering the mailbox pole, and only the black mailbox is seeable. The bushes are so heavy with snow that they seem to bow down in winter reverence. Everything is white. It has been a February filled with raging flurries that refused to be tamed. The snow is almost 20 inches sonorous on the side of the house.
The coffeemaker automatically clicks on and the aroma of Eight O'Clock whole-bean coffee rises. It beckons like a fireplace on Christmas Eve.
With hands wrapped around the coffee mug like a scarf around a neck, I look out at the pre-arise grayness in Dry Creek. Snow is everywhere. Through the front window I see a young boy screaming and yelling. He's dive bombing on his American Flyer and heading down Tennis Court Hill next to his eastern Ohio home. Don Freno, my best playtime ally, is there along with cousin Roberta. And Laddie, my first dog, is barking madly along with his most beneficent playtime friend, Rebel. Kids, dogs and snow ... a undefeated of innocence in a winter wonderland.
Source: The Newark Advocate