Snow, My First

Snow, My First I laughed all the way. It was so cold. The man said, eight below with the wind. I don’t think I needed to hear that. But I was mesmerized by the reality of it. Tiny perfect flakes, fell. First on the windshield, then you stopped the car. We got out. My face to heaven, I knew… What it was to see miracles, perfect miracles… Like stars in the sky at night, Only these, Broad daylight… (Wow!), and touchable.