It does snow in Hamtramck. I know this, because I just shoveled my driveway. Tonight, after a crazy and confusing day, God blessed me with something familiar.
Winter.
It smells like skiing through a forest. The stillness surrounds you, keeping cottony snow perfectly suspended in the trees. The branches weave an intricate lacy pattern. Wedding dress worthy. There is something fresh about the night – no longer filled with unique city smells. It is heavy. Your lungs feast on the enriched air like Uncle Ben’s rice.
Your cheeks aren’t too cold, and your body is warm, and the only thing that reminds you of the temperature is the nose that won’t stop running. ( Why is that? )
To me, it is being young again. Playing outside with my dad and bother again. Getting up early to shovel the driveway to surprise my mom again.
Just God and I, enjoying winter. I love it, because it is so familiar.
Posted by erinleigh 
