Something to be said for standing in the cold and spinning, spinning, until you fall, disoriented into the snow.
You can't discount gentle, ringing laughter that makes the whole world pause momentarily, just to listen.
There's something to be said for flushed faces, colored rose-red from exertion and uncontainable joy.
Something to be said for staccato puffs of white breath, mingling with the cold as weightlessly as a vapor.
And you certainly can't ignore a giant snowball bursting on the back of your head!
There's something to be said for intricate white snowflakes gathered in clumps on those beautiful black lashes.
Something to be said for the icy artificial tears they create as they're blinked away.
And no matter how you try, you can't forget the breathless realization of some snowy afternoon.
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