Day 198 - Snowy Yard
I miss the quiet of snow and I miss this wonderful house. In Grinnell, Iowa we had lots of snow and I remember piling on lots of layers to play. We made snowforts, snowmen and snow angels. We pushed and pulled each other on sleds and sometimes skated on the icy street. Best of all, on special nights, my parents took the 4 kids on sled rides, running up and down the street, under the street light. Hot came chocolate later, after our layers of icy clothes were removed.
Sounds in Winter: The sound of car tires on the quiet, snowy street... Kid voices echoing over the cold snow as we played (at least it seemed that way)... Icicles falling with a thud or a crack... Boots walking on crunchy snow... The wind howling or whistling during a snowstorm... Branches clinking and sometimes cracking after an ice storm...
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