Southern Snow

It snowed in New Braunfels last night, coating the streets and driveways. The sun is out and bright, so already the eaves are dripping with melted roof snow. Once in a while the wind blows snow past the windows. Not all of the ground is covered, especially beneath the cedars and live oaks.

It’s colder in Dallas than in Anchorage, Alaska. Weird! We’re glad to be where we are. A little snow is better than a lot of snow, but the iciness of the roadways and overpasses closed schools throughout the state. Some may call us wusses, go ahead! Sticks and stones…but words will never hurt me. I have driven in Austin when it has iced over. No, let me rephrase that…I have tried to drive in Austin when ice was on the roads. It’s quite a ride. I do not like being out of control one single bit.

Kids just whizzed by, one on a bike pulling another on a sled in the middle of the street. The others carefully scooting after them before they all go down a steep hill. They should rename snow days “fun days.”


About Cyranette

I have been writing since I was 11 and am now a grandmother of 9. Aside from my family, I love writing, reading, movies, gardening, genealogy, and travel. I met my soulmate online and we've been married 19 years. I am a survivor of rape, abuse, and cancer. I believe in love, kindness, and common sense. I was born/raised in Indiana and have lived in Massachusetts, Texas, and California. I have visited: most of the United States, British Columbia, Germany, Austria, and Costa Rica. My husband and I would like to visit England, Europe, and New Zealand and to take a train ride along the Canadian/American border. I have written essays, articles, short stories, a romance novel, a self-help book, and several children's books.
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One Response to Southern Snow

  1. Lynne says:

    I know what you mean, I don’t like NOT being in control either. Once, in Chicago, I was driving towards our home and it was snowing. I drove on a patch of ice and my car went from one curbside to another. I had on jeans, and a wool coat, but when my scared daughter dug her nails into me, I could feel pain. When we got home, and I undressed, I had fingernail cuts on my thigh. We were fortunate that not another soul was on the road that day.


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