Walt, this one is so sensual. No, not sexual, but dealing with the senses, i.e. cold, touch of flakes, brisk wind through downy hair, curious thoughts as to what this cold, white stuff is, security found in parentals close by, exploring the unknown (the first step in a lifetime of discovery)...sensual.
It reminds me of my first snow, one of the rare times it snowed in west Texas, back in 72. It's made all the more special, for that is my first memory I remember, if that makes any sense. Bundled up in a black and red snow-suit, barely able to move my arms and legs, marveling at this odd rain that moved so slowly, like feathers. Walt, this one surprised me, and took me back...way back.
For that, I thank you.
Alicat, who still loves playing in the snow.
[This message has been edited by Alicat (edited 11-10-2000).]