There is such a beautiful silence that comes with the first snowfall. It can take your breath away with each flake. Then, the trance is gone and the screams of joy start echoing through the rooms of my boys. Okay, lets be honest. It's me. I'm the echo that runs from room to room, waking our boys.
The silence of the first snow now comes in the form of our nearby roads. They are quiet for days.
But, there is no longer silence on the farm. There are now only laughs and screams of joy.
As the days went on, desperation set in as the snow said goodbye. The boys made their last sapping wet snowballs and bid it farewell.
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