I was never one to complain about the cold, I actually enjoy it, given the right circumstances. As a child raised in a Connecticut suburb, I learned to love the snow.
At age 7 I would look out the living room window and admire what looked like a delicious sheet cake. The canvas before me was untainted, but I ruined it all too quickly with a sled, as my mother watched in the background.
Now that summer is winding down, my dreams go past the colorful season, and fall into winter’s door.
Snowfall, you are welcome to come.
- Katelyn Avery