Amazing
word!
See how the first two
full rounded letters fit right into your cupped palm…slip the third one around
them, cap with the covering last and squeeze…..SNOWBALL!
Feel the letters creep
between your toes, numbing, while you wait for the dog to poop so you can go
back inside…
or wash up around your
ankles with the tide on the first dip of the season and, shivering, “It’s not
so bad!”
oh that icy coating on
your tongue as Merry Cherry Berry or one of the other waiting-in-line
Springer’s flavors slides sweetly down your throat…
that very special,
prickly eerie smell just before it snows
or the refreshing feel
of that folded wash cloth mom laid on your hot and fevered brow all those years
ago
when someone doesn’t
want to talk to you at the party and rudely turns—-shoulder
the wooshing touch of
air conditioning just when you thought you might surely melt!
The Inuit have fifty words
for snow BUT I have these and a hundred more for…
COLD
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