From the 4th floor window above the playground
The snow coats the ground like frosting.
The kids will be thrilled to play in it.
They'll pay no mind to the bitter cold.
They'll throw it, eat it, and build with it.
It's been quite awhile.
I haven't felt that same young joy in so long.
I wish we were like that once more.
I wish you were here.
With love, Michelle
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