The snow had fallen, the first of the year. Calista loved sitting in her window seat watching it fall, covering the ground. The thick white blanket didn’t miss a spot and greedily covered the trees. Each snowflake had its own personality and beautiful trait. Beautiful being the key word in Calista’s mind. Her mother had passed on to a better place more then three months ago. After the initial grieving period she began to let out her sadness and the moving on began. The only time she reflected her mother was when she was alone and needing comfort. Only today was different, it was a snowday. The famous word that so many teenagers love to hear...snowday. A day to sit home, wrap up in a good book, or venture out with their sled. Calista chose a different trail and took the day to sit and think.

Sitting in her window seat she looked out the window. Her red blanket was wrapped tightly around her. The color was so pungent that it stained her cheeks and make the warmth actually appear. It was a soft material, comforting...the first blanket her mother ever gave to her. Although it was old, and a little torn at the bottom, nothing compared to it. While others loved buying new things, thinking that they were the best ever made, Calista loved the old. Everything aged had memories, and those memories were the only links to her past and the only thing she had left to grasp of her mother. As the steam from the hot chocolate spilled out of the cup and onto her hands her thoughts traced back to winters before. She remembered when she would go out with her mother on snowdays and fight the cold, which never was cold to her. The love from her mother’s heart was enough to keep her warm. Calista loved the snow, knowing how her and her mother used to bond over it so much. They used to build snowmen so colossal that not even they could imagine ever melting. Along with snowmen came sledding down a huge hill in their back yard, racing to the end and then throwing snowballs at the loser. As she looked back out the window at the snow falling she thought she saw her mothers smile that always appeared. The snow made her feel complete and comforted, she didn’t have a care in the world. Every snow flake that fell and covered a spot on the ground made Calista feel as if her mother was back on Earth. Like any second her mother would come into her room, tap her on the shoulder and lead her outside to play. Oh what the snow could do to her, what it could make her feel...all the love it brought to her.

She gently got off her window seat and let her feet patter on the warm wood floor. She bundled up tight and headed outside. She couldn’t let the beautiful weather go to waste, nor could she have her mother wait either. As she stepped outside the frosty air tingled her nose and she felt her mother’s warm embrace as the wind swished the snow around her. She looked around as she walked down the street. People were cursing at the weather, shoveling the lovely snow to the side. Adults cringed at the excruciating cold and prayed aloud that it would never come again.

How? she thought to herself, How can they dislike this snow? This gorgeous weather that God blessed us with? This snow is so amazing and this cold is nothing. The perfect tantalizing white flakes glistening like silver on the dark green trees...nothing can compare. All I feel is tranquillity. Mother would have hit them if she heard this right now!

Every snowflake that fell acted as another piece of her mother that came to say ‘hello’ and welcome her out into the new season. How she relished looking up at the sky and seeing pure white, like clouds took over the blue. She stuck her tongue out and let a few flakes fall onto it, letting them melt and slide down her throat. She smiled as she walked past a hill seeing little children sledding with their parents. The kids rosy cheeks and bright red lips where the only visible things in the white wonderland.

As she got back home she undressed once again, moving back to her window seat. She carefully sat back down, wrapping up in her bright red blanket, her feet sticking out because it was so small. Calista smiled once more looking out the window, watching the snow fall endlessly, praying it never stopped. The whole world around her seemed surreal, everything seemed peaceful and perfect....just like her mother.

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