today its snowing those snow pellets and cold...more snow headed our way..cold..."huddle hole houses" great line! your comment is a story that is great..squeaking wet wool gloves! who would even capture that.....I forgot about that! excellent line! Icing like innumerable cakes...
my line toffee puddles....my mom dad drank coffee..sister too.....coffee mate so save on cream or for a time they used condensed milk when they were together..early years....our kid years...the color of that was the color of the mud and sand mixture from the highway and salt....when it warmed up the pavement from the sun got hot it turns to dust...waiting for the yellow bus in mornings the cars would woosh past and grit and the taste of the salt in the air would be present! At our grandfathers and grandmothers they used a woodstove..the nickle plate...wood warmer..and hot water reservoir was all there..we would toboggan on a nearby hill and dry our
snow boots..then felt liners with rubber bottoms and synthethic resistant tops with drawstring! winter socks...gloves..steaming! I remember the love of dusk too...that color...and we would go out in the wildest weather....that ride down like you say! Over in our park they built a hill for this and we have one downtown too...from the mall I can watch cars in the parking lot..the traffic on the highway main running through the city and on the hill the kids and moms and dads with the kids....I cant remember the last time I went sledding....I have a plastic rolled up crazy carpet...mostly I take my dog for walks once in awhile....and at night we would put our mitts on a pipe that came from the furnace...not hot enough to cause harm...dry enough for mitts and boots on another register...it was fun.....often my brother and I would sink into the snow at the edge of the porch light and woods behind us...the stars overhead..the end of dusk..traffic on the distant highway across the swamp rail line and open meadow...jets blinking overhead...just quiet..letting and watching the snow flakes fall..till the cold seeped up from the thick ground cover through our sweaters and snowsuits..then we would run laughing down the hill terrified of wolves...some telly all of us gathered about or hockey night in canada and off to the dreamland later....homework if there was any...winter wasnt a bane....still not really too me....I still find wonder in it!!