Thought I'd try something a little more emotion al today. So here ya go Colorado fans! (I suppose this is for you Moorey, if you're still reading.)

The little girl, barely one year old, stares out the window as she lays in the bassinet, watching with awe as the soft white puffs cascade from the sky, drifting down towards the ground, as the white puffs build up. The day is cold, but the little girl is warm in her bassinet, warmer than the puffs outside that the girl touched as her family's front door was left open. Someone picks her up, still wrapped in the blue blanket with the flowers. They lift her outside, to watch the white puffs personally. The girl laughs as the puffs land on her cheeks, the coldness feeling natural.

"It's called snow, Cydney."

Snow

The toddler is looking out her window, now in a bigger crib, but still in the same room. The room, formerly just blank white, has been painted soft blue. The toddler, in her white nightgown and small brown pigtails, watches the snow in awe like she did as she was young. Her first word had been Snow. The girl knows her parents are gone, her father busy, her mother asleep. She puts her stuffed bighorn sheep on the corner of the crib, and lifts herself up and over the crib, tumbling to the floor. She has never done this before, she has crawled out but never out of her room, the safe boundaries only to be ruptured by her parents. She crawls out, towards the front door. Her parents never installed baby gates as her parents know she is responsible most of the time, even as a toddler. She pushes open the front door of her house, as she crawls outside, to sit in the snow. She stands up, dancing around in the soft cold snow. She trips and falls, landing on a pillow of snow. She sees a flower, aquilegia cerulean, her flower, covered in a layer of something white and thin and cold. Then, arms scoop her up, to take her back to her safety.

Frost

The 5 year old is looking outside the window of her school, watching the snow drift down. Why she can't go outside and explore, she does not know. All she knows is that her teachers will be angry if she goes to see the snow, like she did once. But she wants to. She had to have an indoor recess today, no snow for her. The girl is angry and sad. She hears someone ask her if she is okay. Her brother, Utah. The girl grunts sadly and continues to stare at the flakes falling down. She sighs. Finally, the wait is too much, and she bursts out the heavy blue metal door out to the snow. The cold snow, with the frost covered flowers, beckons her. She dances, free, when her brown boots catch on something and she tumbles down on the cold, unforgiving ground. She touches on the thing that made her slip. It is slippery and cold and melts when she presses her hand to it. She frowns and leans out to touch it, to break it, when a scolding teacher takes her inside.

Ice

The girl sees the little hill, no taller than her father and mother. Her brothers, Utah and Idaho, glide down it shakily with their smooth blue and red boards. The girl clutches her snow white board with the little blue snowflakes, and straps her feet in. Carefully, her mother holds her arm until the girl balances herself on the hill. Her mother gently pushes her and she slides down, keeping her balance as her mother says. She lands carefully. She just snowboarded perfectly. It was her first time ever snowboarding too. Her mother and father praise her and the girl goes on the little hill, again, again, and again, practicing until she makes it all the way down dozens of times without a single fall. The girl runs to the slightly more advanced hill, with a tiny ramp at the bottom. Before her parents are okay, she straps herself in and starts to slide down. The hill isn't much taller than her dad, and it seems easy until she reaches the ramp. Her snowboard goes out of control and she slides into a pile of snow. Her father laughs.

"Well, Cydney, that was your first crash in a snowdrift."

Snowdrift

I stare out, at the tall mountain. It's the most dangerous mountain I've ever seen. My brothers found it by secret but sine I'm the better snowboarder, they want me to try it out. Sort of jerky, but I love my brothers too much to say no anyway. I carefully buckle my feet in, and take a couple deep breaths. With a prayer of safety, I slide down, the snow attaching itself to my jacket.

TA DAAA! That was fun to write. Thanks so much for reading! Please review and favorite! -Skye