My winters mean long-sleeved tees, closed-toe shoes, and long walks across powder of purest white. Here, snow is created from tiny crystals of Appalachian quartz, washed ashore for millennia. There are drifts piled high against fence rows and along roadsides, but my snow never melts.
There are no huge flakes sticking to my clothes and hair. There are no flurries, nor blizzards, no sleds nor skis. No snow forts with mountains of snowball ammo waiting to be hurled at an opponent. No snow angels, nor snowmen with carrot noses and button eyes.
I miss icicles, but not the cold.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Snow.’
Thin spiral notebook 
I lived in Florida through one winter and I did, I DID miss the snow. At the same time I enjoyed the relative warmth and sun. Someday I’ll have a bit of both to get me through winter. Some day.
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Lovely descriptions, Robin
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your snow sounds really tempting. š
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I wouldn’t mind a little of that snow!
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You’ve got the best of both worlds. I was just thinking today that I wouldn’t mind winter so much if it weren’t for the cold.
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I am sitting here shivering – a couple of big power outages over the last couple of weeks have left the house struggling to maintain its heat. But it is those other 3-4 months of Alaska life that I would hate to give up just to give up snow. š
loved this piece.
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Very thoughtful….it’s what you don’t miss that makes you thankful, i bet?
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