First Snow Comments

I brought my bag of words to the park this morning; it's cold, but refreshing; so cold that I'm the only one sitting at a picnic table. I open a blank page of my notebook, ready to serve it its long-awaited breakfast of tasty nouns and verbs, flavoured with a few juicy adjectives and adverbs.

The first manna of winter is parachuting down, and at this temperature, it should last. I see my neighbour, Tom, coming with his Frisbee-chasing black Lab; my trusty notepad will have to wait awhile longer. I'll just throw a Frisbee or two, and explain that I have work to do.
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