But for Her it was the SnowBut for Her it was the Snow13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She loves this time of year. People say spring is the time to fall in love. Spring is when it all happens, when there are picnics and pool dates and softball games. But for her it was the snow, every time.
Springtime, the sky was to far away. It was piercing blue and miles up. The colors were too sharp and everything was all edges. When it snowed, you could reach out and touch the sky.
She'd turn out the lights, open the curtains, and let the gray light pour in. The soft shadows, she knew, were beautiful. Just in the way they fell across her crumpled sheets, the way they the light bent around objects to fill the room.
For her, it was the snow every time. It was hot tea and cool jazz and Linus telling us the real meaning of Christmas while Lucy demanded to be the queen. Well, she was the little red headed girl, and she was so in love with Chuck that she cried softly at night.
Springtime, no one had to try to fall in love. It just happened, a thousand times a day. But in the