Snowball War

Snowball War. Three flakes of snow fell on the village, there might have been a few more, but those I saw landed on the roof of the car and I saw them melt to droplets of clear water. On each droplets a tiny rainbow and my mother´s face when I called and asked for her to throw down a sandwich with marge and sugar on. She did, often- I´m not a football keeper- it landed in the snow which was more than tiny flakes; so what! Bread and sugar, I was hungry and fighting against children who had invading our street. And when my hands were frozen I came up warmed them by the stow and remember how it hurts to get the circulation back into my hands.