Crunchy cold underfoot, pink cheeks dry and scabby, socks on and wet socks off, another load of laundry, “I need to pee, Mama!” unzip those snow pants fast, boots upside down to let the ice drain, hot tea and cheese on toast, then back to zipping all the coats for another round of snow. Did I put the wet wash in the dryer? More drenched socks. Another set of dirty footprints. “He threw snow down my coat! Make it stop!” Zip, unzip. Cold wind blowing through the open door and trying to convince small children to come inside finally as lazy snowflakes start to fall again.
A Pattern of Words 
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