tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post6987875768806482841..comments2023-10-10T10:09:48.794-05:00Comments on Letting me be . . . random wondering and philosophy: Alliteration in the Snow"ME" Liz Strausshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-82906567472599940682007-01-31T09:07:00.000-06:002007-01-31T09:07:00.000-06:00It ends in your imagination. :)It ends in your imagination. :)"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-18502593212247100742007-01-31T09:05:00.000-06:002007-01-31T09:05:00.000-06:00and? it ends there????and? it ends there????Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-7444784231248955122007-01-31T06:08:00.000-06:002007-01-31T06:08:00.000-06:00What a magical description of it you write. I can ...What a magical description of it you write. I can picture it exactly in my mind. How lovely it must have been for you!"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-68773962721422905512007-01-31T04:51:00.000-06:002007-01-31T04:51:00.000-06:00That could've been me.
I had seen snow in the Si...That could've been me. <br /><br />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.<br /><br />Pure magic.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com