My snowy rambles

Its snowing! This time for real. I ventured out to go to the poetry slam, couldn't miss my 5 minutes of fame. People digging their cars out of the snowy graves, me running in the streets, giddy like a child, high on happiness, and this snowy wonder, like a fantasy world, a child's dream cuz it means no school, but I'm not in school so it shouldn't mean much to me, but it does. It means winters here, and its here to stay, for awhile at least. My hair is white like an old ladies, no hat on my head, stupid of me. My gloves do not keep my fingers cold. Scratch that. They keep them cold, not warm. I see 2 of my neighbors shoveling their steps, they challenge us to a snowball fight, I hit them a few times, they only got me once. And this is so GLORIOUS!! And I love that word, glorious, it is just so pretty, just like the world outside. Cuz the snow covers up all the bad, all the garbage, all the bleak and the black, and the ugly. Now its all even, its equal, its all pretty! The snow melts in my hair and drip drip drips down my face, and onto the table, and makes my make up run. Now I feel like I have brain freeze cuz those little bits of heaven hit my head and made me cold. That's what I hate, the cold. If it could be white without being cold it would be just perfect. But then it wouldn't be snow, it would be some generic brand of fake. Yes i know. And now would be the perfect time to go skating, if I had a pond, like in those movies, where they have a pond in their backyard. But alas I live in the city, I'm lucky if I even have a tree in my backyard let alone grass. And i love the freedom of snow, the freedom to run in the streets, the freedom to be like a child again, and not care about anything, other than what hot drink you will have when you decide that you are good and cold, and the fun must come to an end cuz your bed is waiting. Yes, the bed always awaits, like it does, when nightfall hits. But I know that all I have to do is open my eyes tomorrow morning, and that white white world will be waiting for me still. And it'll all begin again. I love the snow.