Snow Days
Sorry I haven't written.
I'm listening to Ray LaMontagne.
New York is covered with snow.
It feels like a Saturday night.
I love how you cannot go fast in the snow.
You have to go slow.
I'm listening to Ray LaMontagne.
New York is covered with snow.
It feels like a Saturday night.
I love how you cannot go fast in the snow.
You have to go slow.
I love this post. The music, the slow pace, and the image of the kids in the snow through the icy window. Thank you for the reminder that so much can be said with just a few words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love NYC in the snow. And I love that this poem reads like a postcard.
ReplyDeleteThanks Amie. Hadn't thought of that postcard idea but I like it!
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