Day 6
I was about 10 years old or so. The outside world was covered in snow! It was such a lovely picture. It was soft, fresh, with that intense sharp smell of snow. Today was the tenth, and the idea was to get a Christmas tree. But where do we go? Down over the hill, of course.
Down over the hill was a small forest of evergreen trees, white and black poplar trees. Mom had bundled me up in my ski pants, jacket, and all the trimmings. Now I was overheating, waiting for dad to find the tool to take down our tree. As I waited, our round plump black lap was a puppy, so pulling and tugging on my gloves was fun for him. Instead of waiting inside, the dog and I went out on the deck. Looking up into the sky, I watched the large white flakes slowly fall. Opening my mouth one, then two, fell onto my tongue, was a fast feel of cool freshness from the sky.
“Katherine! Come on now,” my name was spoken, over a distance of fifteen feet or so. Dad was already walking down, I tried to catch up running in the deep snow of three feet. Bear, was the puppies name. I laughed as I watched him try to follow too. He would end up deep in the snow, then bounce out. He did this all the way down the hill to the forest where Dad was.
“I like this one,” speaking finally in a huffed breath. The one I picked was sweet, cute. and a lovely evergreen that was off on its own. Away from the rest that grew on the other side of the forest. Maybe he was lonely, I thought, and needed some company. This was in my mind. I didn't say this out loud.
It was so perfect! The smell was enchanting, spicy with a hint of care and musky green. Slowly, I took off my glove so I could feel the soft yet prickles of the tree. It was perfect!
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