Socked in by snow, I wander through the neighborhood where kids are usually outside. Two boys ride along the unplowed street, the back wheel of one bike just a metal rim, no rubber tire. The wheel leaves a trench behind the boy. The boys are talking seriously, their words muffled by snowfall. Down the hill, a little boy, maybe five or so, stands in his too-big snowsuit, mouth open to catch falling snowflakes. The moment feels intimate, as if I were staring through a window. I pick up my pace a little and keep on.
“One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.”— Ezra Jack Keats
3 thoughts on “Snowy Days.”
That photo is perfection, and I love “The Snowy Day!”
View from our kitchen. Thanks for writing in!