Winter Snow

Morning comes, and I look out my window. All I see is a smooth blanket of white, basically uninterrupted. Even the pine trees, with their dark green boughs, are laced with a layer of the glistening flakes. Sun shines off the blinding expanse, and throws rainbows off the icicles hanging off the eaves. Brilliant blue above, not a cloud in sight, is the only other color in the world I see. But it brings to mind summer heat and the taste of lemonade. And as I once more turn to face the steering wheel of my car, I think about how I can't wait for the tow truck to get here. Being stuck sucks.