April 22 would
be 26 years since I am living in the US and I have seen and heard a lot. The
seasons come and go. I cannot stand the heat. Loved winter, but today I must
say that I had enough.
After snow falls
the area looks pristine. It gives you a feeling of a place that is pure, immaculate,
not yet ruined by human or animal encroachment, but you would be surprised.
When my son was
three we were holding hands and walking in the snow. A woman behind us was
coughing. It was a rattly kind of cough. She walked by us then she spat a junk
of yellow cold. It hit the snow and I watch that yellow thing fall on the white
snow, slipped in and disappeared. The snow looked like new…. Spotless!
I said, “Paul,
did you see that?”
“Yes.”
“You see why I
always told you that the snow is nasty and I would take it off of a car to give
you?”
“Yes.”
“Remember never
to take it from the ground.”
“Okay.”
When my daughter
was 2, she was eating chocolate while we were walking in the snow. When we got
to the building we lived in, I told her to spit on the snow near the building. The
chocolate colored saliva hit the snow and it slipped in. The snow looked
spotless.
“Did you see
that?”
“It gone,” Sarah
said.
“Yes and the snow
look clean, but it is not. Do not take it up from the ground.”
“Okay.”
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