The clouds can be of whipped cream… only if you want them to be.
The TV warns, threatens: “breaking news, blizzard alert, massive storm, eighty million in its path. Stock up! Batteries! Water! Snowpocalypse! Snowzilla!
But maybe it’s also just…cotton snowballs on gray winter boredom, a nose steaming up a frozen window pane. Young eyes upon white wonder.
Sure, curse winter storms when you can’t open your home’s door, when you can’t move your car, when Chinese isn’t eat-in or take-out…it’s just, out.
But do you remember when a stuck storm door was hilarious? When you didn’t even have a car to be stuck? Remember a bite of snow off a frozen mitten? The crunch under boots, a munching sound so new and curious and…funny?
Can you still feel your head tilted back, under a compulsory woolen hat? Your tongue chasing a falling flake? A snowman? Dad’s hat? Dad’s tie? Remember Dad?
And snow forts? No taxes, no death, no worries…all within a white stockade. A crawl though a snow tunnel? A belly-down slide, a face full of frozen fun.
Remember the scent of a woolen hat, wet gloves, socks, all drying on the radiator? Whipped cream clouds above a sea of cocoa? Dunk-softened oatmeal cookies? A fresh towel tussling your hair? Warm palms on cold cheeks. Remember Mom?
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Yes, the beach scenes do remind me of Jones Beach long ago.
No, the kids in the snow weren’t my grandkids. I was just passing by enjoying the sounds and sights of a sunny post-blizzard afternoon. A lot of laughing.
Reminded me of building an igloo in my backyard after the blizzard of ’48. Sound like an old prospector huh?
I suspect these kids will remember the blizzard of’16 and the old guy taking photos. The kids loved me taking the shots, the adults too. Hope they got to see the shots in this blog. Gave them my card.
There is always something going on, on the beach, the boardwalk, the streets of Long Beach.
Great hearing from ya, Brother. Keep on keeping on too.
IT WAS NICE SEEING THE BEACH SCENES WITH THE SNOW, REMINDED ME OF JONES BEACH IN THE WINTER.
WERE THE CHILDREN YOUR GRAND KIDS? NICE TO SEE SOME OF US ARE STILL AROUND.
JOHN FAY DIST. 20
Oh man! That was sweet!