The day that the first measurable snow fell...the day that felt like magic because it did.
"This is great packing snow", you shouted with a devilish grin.
The day you speculated on what the snow must taste like...you finally said it was the "color of milk so it probably tasted like that". As the flakes melted on your tongue, you exclaimed with a touch of wonder and disappointment that it tasted like nothing.
Year around fun!
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