Snow globes

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.’

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

7 thoughts on “Snow globes

  1. 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. 🙂

    loved this piece.

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