Remember when I told you about that boy who drew a picture of pony poo for my birthday? Well, I'll tell you another story about him...
I only play in the snow once a year, but when I was ten I played in the snow every chance I got, to the point that my fingers and toes buzzed and burned as they came back to life when I went back inside.
I remember the silence of the snow: no birds, no cars, no neighbors rustling in their yards - just the crunch of my boots, packing down the powder, plus that cold, wet smell, not quite like rain.
Pony poo boy was playing in the snow with me and his sister, but he wouldn't tell us what he was making. I think I was working on an igloo, one plastic container at a time. I wish I could say that I finished, but I couldn't figure out how the Eskimo's made it curve at the top. My igloo looked like a box with three walls and no roof.
When I came out of my creation, there was a toilet in my front yard. I stared for a long time. If you make a toilet out of snow, it looks real, except that boy's toilet handle wasn't quite right. Everything else looked like smooth, white porcelain. I wonder if anyone took a picture.
What's the most unique thing you've made out of snow?
Now that Christmas is over, it's nice to be back to my regular blog post schedule. Today, I'll share a photo of my writing space. Have a great week, everyone!