i stepped out of the bar in my stilettos, the tips buried in freshly-fallen snow that didn't seem to stop coming down, bringing snow over my feet; it had been perfectly clear when we had arrived. i shrieked as my prized feathered fedora was already covered, and i hadn't been standing outside for a minute. we had walked to the bar to avoid driving, but i was fortunate enough to catch a ride back to my house, mere blocks away. there was no way my shoes would make it in the weather; poor planning on my part i suppose.
we met the others at the house, and as i walked toward the sidewalk where my car was parked, i noticed something rocketing towards me. quickly turning to the side, i heard the low thud on the back of my coat as the snowball crumbled apart, soaking my back, making me laugh. at that point it was on.
the snow was perfectly powdered, packing together so tight, like God himself customized the snowball blend for our pleasure. i ran my hand across the top of my car and started creating my arsenal, all the while dodging snowballs flying from four other directions.
sometimes you just have to stop and let yourself drink in the moment. this is what life looks like.
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