That was a long time ago when winter still held some magic and not just the cold. Looking out at the snow on a cold morning I could imagine that I was in some other place, somewhere where everything is magical and not one thing is normal. I imagined I was on my Island in the winter and who knows when some strange creature might come wandering out from behind a tree. I wouldn't fear it, though, I would welcome it.
I wanted to keep that magic even when the snow was long gone. I took a couple of pieces of clear plastic and had my mother iron them together to form a pouch. It was filled with water and little sparkles and then sealed, so that when you squeezed it you had a little world of glittery diamondy melting snow floating back and forth. I remember standing in the utility room staring out the window, squeezing the little "snow pouch" in my hand.
It wasn't the same as outside and nowadays the snow has lost most of its magic because of my aversion to the cold, but there's still a time once in a while when I look outside and can see diamonds glittering back at me from afar.
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