Storytelling that brings back memories
That could've been me. I had seen snow in the Sierras a couple of times, but I was 41 when I first saw snow falling. I was outside Santa Fe, N.M., and it was the most magical thing I'd ever seen. There was a gravitational force that drew me outdoors, tongue stuck out, arms raised, face up. No coat, no hat.Pure magic.
What a magical description of it you write. I can picture it exactly in my mind. How lovely it must have been for you!
and? it ends there????
It ends in your imagination. :)
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