Pt 2. Memories of Snow
(A pantoum)
I remember the feeling of anticipation.
The air thick with ice crystals 
It was so. Cold.
We wore fur coats and thick woolen caps.

The air was thick with ice crystals.
Our hands turned red from throwing snowballs at each other.
We donned thick woolen caps.
It started as just a few white flakes we had to squint to see.

Our hands would turn red.
“It’s snowing!”
It would start as just a few flakes.
Then the world was painted anew in a fresh coat of white.

“It’s Snowing”
It was so. cold.
The world painted anew in a fresh coat of white.
You could smell it in the air all day.