Stand there
On the grass covered with a coat of snow
Smell the cold
Feel the peace
Touch the white that fell on the chair in the backyard
It's uncomfortable
I'm wet and shivering
But loving every second
Memories of snow days
When I was little
Flood back to me like a tsunami
It hits me
Except I like it
Suddenly
I'm making snow angles
Building snow men
Watching soft cold comfort fall from the sky
Hearing the fact that every single snow flake is different
And being absolutely mesmerized
I remember sticking my tongue out
Trying to catch one
Trying to taste the wonder of those flakes
Now, many years later
I stick my tinge out again
Waiting for a snowflake to fall----
But it doesn't come
It doesn't land where I want it to
I'm older now
Things have changed
I miss the way they once were
When things still weren't great
But at least
I got to taste the snow flake
(this note was written by Orange. Not the color or the fruit but a piece pasta with an interesting name.)