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However, I'm done with it this year. I don't live in Minnesota, I live in Ohio. Usually in Ohio, we get a few good snows that melt after a few days. Usually we have color interspersed with the white.
But not this year. This year we've had the longest stretches of snow-covered ground I can remember. I always thought that it would be charming and beautiful if the snows stayed around longer. To my surprise, the beauty fades: the wind knocks the magical coating off the branches, the unblemished whiteness gets dirty, and it feels as if you're drowning in heavy glops of bleakness.
So today, I'm going to try something new and use one of my student's slices as a mentor text!
I'm ready for spring.
When I step out of the doorway, an icy wall slaps me in the face, burning my cheeks and making my eyes water.
When I open my mouth, a frosty blast swipes away my breath, making me gasp for air.
When I walk toward my car, sharp arctic gusts bite and claw at my ears until they sting.
I wish I could wake up tomorrow and feel soft sunshine smiling on me.