Ledditsnow! Ledditsnow! Ledditsnow!
All weekend, I’ve been trying to find the on button for the snow, and it wasn’t there.
Resigned, I thought that we weren’t going to have any snow this year, so left things at that. When I came to look at my blog earlier tonight, it was snowing!!!
Apparently, I’d kept it on from last year, and because of that, it started automatically this year.
I always find myself transfixed by these artificial snowflakes. Before I know it, twenty minutes have passed and I’ve just been staring into, well, nothing really.
I like watching snow. It carries me. As it gently floats downwards, I can feel myself raising upwards. I let my mind clear, and find myself flying without actually leaving the ground. I can sit, or stand, like that for hours if nothing interrupts my trance. I don’t get anything done, yet I can travel for millions of miles in those few minutes. Very relaxing.
Inside I can sit or stand like that for hours. If I’m outside, it’s all I can do to keep myself upright as I dash to actually get inside, and into the warmth. I don’t mind being out in the snow, but not for long. I remember one year, as I was dashing through the snow, I lost my footing. Well, to be precise I knew exactly where my footing was, it just wasn’t under my legging. I’d stepped in an overly slippy patch of snow, and my right leg decided to dash off in front of me at a rate of knots. Obviously, when such a thing happens to one’s footing, the rest of the body goes a thudding. And a bouncing. And usually when one has a spectacular slip-up such as this, there is always, ALWAYS, a GROUP of people milling around to see it happen.
You can’t fall spectacularly without anybody noticing.
I picked myself up, and hobbled into the shop, where I was actually dashing to. I bought my things, and then limped out of the shop, where I noticed all of the spectators were gathered in a huddled circle.
“There he is now” one of them said.
Not only had they seen me, they remembered me, and reminded me. I walked out of the shop trying not to limp, in an ‘it wasn’t me!’ kind of way, but I was kidding no-one. I was famous for those few minutes that felt like hours.
Yes. I like being carried by the snow when I’m watching it on a computer screen or out through a window. I’m not particularly keen on being carried by the snow in a groundwards direction, however hungry for fame my Inner Celebrity gets…
On December 21st, I’m hosting a blog party right here, to celebrate, well, anything really! For part of the celebrations, I’m providing a few blogging prompts, themes or writing challenges, should anyone feel the urge to write a post on their blog, that they can link to on the party post that day. The party is all about connecting and promoting each other’s blogs, bringing us all together, under the guise of the End of the World – I mean a New Beginning. Hopefully the day will be fun, and the chance to promote other people’s blogs, favourite posts that could do with another airing on our own blogs, and a chance to show off an interpretation or two of some rather odd writing prompts.
Yesterday’s prompt was ‘The fun side to a bad hair day’.
Today’s prompt is ‘Dashing through the Snow’.
Not that there are any points or prizes or anything, but if there were, more points or prizes could be earned if the two prompts are used together in the same post. I’m just suggestin’, that’s all!
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