It’s time for the monthly church writing group and our prompt is: Write a Letter. It could be a letter to a grandchild, your past self, your future self, a child, or something like that. I have to say I struggled with this one, but last night it started to snow, again. I am so done with snow so I wrote at letter to the snow:
February 21, 2023
Dear Snow,
We’ve had our good times haven’t we? I remember first meeting you when I as just a boy scout and my whole troop came up one December to see you and play at your house. We built a fort out of you and then made a huge snow man. I still laugh thinking about Jimmy and Dave jumping in a large snow bank only to discover it was the scout master’s car covered in snow.
Remember the snow ball fight? I won because you showed me how to make snow balls faster than any of the other boys. It was wonderful, the grey skies, gently falling white flakes, and the whole world covered in a giant wooly white blanket. It was a magical world and I was so glad to meet you, even though I never understood why you wouldn’t come inside and sit next to the fire with us. You just cried when I asked. Still, I just loved you.
We had some good times. That skiing weekend. That was when I learned about all the different sides of you, times when you’re soft and powdery, and when you’re solid and unmoving. I don’t remember what I said that turned you into ice. I told you I’d return, but you said you couldn’t wait and cried like a river. My heart ached because I loved you so much.
I told you that my job took me to warm places and that I’d come and visit when I could. You could never compromise on that. I bought that large walk-in freezer so we could be together always, but you just said no. I would have bought the emergency generator so the freezer would always be cold, but you just wouldn’t take the risk. I don’t think I was asking too much – it would have only been for a few months of the year.
After that you just became vengeful. I tried driving to your mountain home, but you just blocked the road and made it impossible. I didn’t want to use the snow plow, but what choice did you leave me? I was afraid you’d lose control and really physically hurt me.
But this is just the last straw. I moved here to your mountains and can see your beauty covering the landscape with that gentle white blanket of yours. You have come to my house, covered my yard with your silence and turned the trees into a winter wonderland.
But no matter how often I ask, you just won’t stop blocking the driveway and roads. I’ve had to shovel you out of the way so I could just get my mail. You’ve even held my trash can shut so tightly I couldn’t throw out the garbage. It feels like you’re trying to suffocate me, to keep me from seeing my friends or just even going to get food. I know you’ve never really understood the need I have for food, but you’ve never even really tried to understand me, have you? You just want me to become just like you, but I can’t. I can’t go that far.
I really thought we could find a way, but I just can’t change that much and I know it’s wrong to try and change you.
So I’m afraid that I have to tell you, we’re done. We can’t be together any more.
It’s me, not you, I just can’t.
With all my regret,
Andrew
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Great post, Andrew! The draw lies in your ability to animate the inanimate. Bringing snow to life, ha. Who would’ve ever considered it? Maybe you should’ve been one of those Disney “Imagineers”.
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That would have been a fun job.
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Fabulous, Andrew. A wonderful piece! I laughed out loud at the notion of the freezer as a proposed “meeting place.” Hope you had the chance to read this to your other writing class participants!
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I did read it to them yesterday and they liked it!
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That’s cool!
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Hahaha!!! What a marvelous letter – I’m still laughing. (Ruefully, because we just got a foot of new snow last night.) 🙂
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It snowed overnight here, maybe an inch and more is expected tonight. Not anywhere what you get, but a lot for the desert.
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Oh. My. Goodness. This is one of the most clever posts you’ve written! I love it!
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Thank you!
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I love this, Andrew. Very clever, and the “it’s me, not you” cracked me up.
Well written!
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I had to use that line for this pice, just had to. 😉
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Wonderful, so funny!!
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Thank you.
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So original. Bet you’re the only one who didn’t write to a person.
Snow is so fickle. Fun and friendly to kids. Downright mean to adults — unless they like skiing or snowboarding.
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I don’t like to play in the snow – I just like to watch it from inside a nice warm building.
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That’s very creative….one of the best things you’ve ever written in my humble opinion.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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So creative. I still love snow, however. 🙂 Our relationship will go on forever . . . ❤
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To each their own. 😉
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I love it, Andrew.
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Thank you.
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You seem a little bitter. 😉
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Does it show? 😉
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Oh, this is so poignant! (And I love the way you spell grey.)
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🙂 the British spelling
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Great post!!!
I feel your pain….
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They told me I was moving to the desert … 😉
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