my friend

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The snow is my friend.

Through the window, I watch how she falls like glitter in slo-mo. That's how she greets me. 'Come outside and play with me', that's what I think she's saying, as she falls from the top of the window, to the bottom. When I look back up to the top, there's more, like magic. 'Stop drinking that mug of crappy coffee, we both know you hate it.'

I look down at my mug, the corner of my mouth tugging up. She always knows what I'm thinking.

'Come out of the bookstore, I want to see you.'

I'm lured outside and my cheeks are softly bitten by an icy gust of wind. As I button my woolly cardigan, I look up and around. Snow adorns the tree branches like icing, kids laugh when they fall face first. I can't hold back a smile when I hear the crunch under my shoes as I lift them and put them back in the snow. Snow is beautiful to me.

Then I remember I still have some time until break's over. So it wouldn't hurt to hang around with my friend, would it? I breathe in, let it out, put my earphones in and start walking.