Mrs. Green awoke early. It was nearly 5:00 am on a January day and though snow was predicted by the weather man, there was none on the ground. No flakes in the sky as she looked up and out the window toward the lamp post. She put on her favorite white hat. She had knitted it years ago. It was very long and came down to a point all the way down to the back of her knees. Sometimes she wrapped it around her neck to help keep that snuggled down in bed feeling.
Mrs. Green loved hot chocolate. She loved any kind of chocolate. The very first thing she drank every morning was hot chocolate. She poured the milk into her favorite glass mug with the curvy handle and sturdy rim, popped the mug in the microwave and looked for her camera.
She wanted to catch the first few flakes of the day. At 5:00 am her senses were more awake than usual and it occurred to her that snapping a picture of the first few snow flakes she saw falling from the sky might be a challenge. Mrs. Green loved a challenge. The microwave dinged a happy ding and the warm mug felt good in Mrs. Green’s hands. Today was a day for extra chocolate. She poured melted chocolate into the mug and watched it dance to the very bottom.
“This is definitely a day for extra chocolate.”
She stirred the milk with a spoon and walked to the back door and looked up at the sky. There seemed to be a hint of snow somewhere in the air, so she set her mug on the counter and grabbed her camera from the desk nearby.
She opened the back door and felt the cold air hit her face. Pointing the camera towards the glow from the porch light she looked through the lens. Then she gasped like a child. One, two, three snowflakes floated by and click, click, click.
She shut the door and quickly went over to the sofa. She snuggled up with her dog Ampersand, and tucked him under a blanket. Ampersand sighed a grateful sigh, for under a blanket was his favorite place to be on a snowy day.
She drank her hot chocolate and looked over the pictures on her camera. The snow began to create a blanket over the grass and the trees. It was going to be a good day.
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