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It's winter storm round two. This past one doesn't seem so bad, here in Asheville at least. It wasn't as much snow as the first, and it mixed in with some freezing rain. It gave the snow a hard shell reminiscent of the shell on crme brule. It also cracks similarly when you walk on it.
I love the snow. I'm still a kid when it comes to snow. I'll sit at the window all night and watch it, or peeping out the window every so often to make sure it was still there. Secretly I hope it will last all day.I'd get sad when the sun would start to melt it away. I'd throw snowballs at the plows, and while I somewhat thankful for them now, I still curse them a little under my breath. I never get to play in the snow anymore. As a kid I'd spend hours outside. I'd have three layers of clothes on and every piece would be soaked through. My mom would have to do several loads of laundry a day. These last two storms I've meant to build a snowman, but I haven't gotten the chance.
A production I've been working on opens this Thursday. It's a collection of short one act plays by comedic writer Christopher Durang. I am directing it.