A
trace of snow this morning, but a paltry
layer,
not enough for a fort, not suitable to
roll
into a snowman of consequential size.
Yet,
it is a lovely and enticing cover of white,
a
fair amount to shape by hand and send a
packed
snowball into flight.
A
trace of snow is an ample supply for a
child
to make something of it, more than
nature
had originally intended it to be.
Without
the child of imagination, the trace
of
snow would have most certainly melted
away
uselessly.
Chris
Hanch 2-11-18
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