Alabama Snow
The long never ending landscape of southern Alabama never runs cold. Today it decided to. The wind was at
ease and all the snow flakes were about. The cold ground shuddered beneath me but I could tell it was a good
kind of shiver. The snow fell down in a hurry yet it still took it's time swaying in the wind. All the snowflakes
danceing around soon started a low tune far off on the wind. The band played a song that the world has been
playing for centerys. One of love and peace. One that has no bounds or experation date. The song was cold
enough to freeze the earth but here I stood warm as I basked in my happieness. The world seemed still as the
orchestra played it's beautiful tune. The wind swirling and twirling as if it were a finely tuned violin. I couldn't
bare to close my eyes for it was just to beautiful to look away from. As the wind picked up in it's gusts the
snow felt ever so heavier and the skys begain to melt the love within the snow as all the snowflakes fell down
as rain. "What a beautiful conversion" crossed my thaughts. The snowed over feild grew dreadfully quiet as the
beautiful tune escaped into the wind. This was when I sudenly realized I was soaked and freezing. Almost killed
me but I steped inside away from the Alabama snow. But I knew she'd come back for me.
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