SOL #23

Flakes of snow land on my eyelashes and make it hard to see,
my cold, bare hand scrapes snow from the wall and window, as I smush it into a bowl.
My friends grab bowls too, and soon, we are all harvesting snow.
Cold hands shaking, we run back into the kitchen.
We grab snow cone holders (is that what they are called?) and full them as full as we can
But.. wait..
"we don't have any flavoring!" their little sister yells
so we grab bottles of vitamin water from the fridge,
fill up or cups
and eat real snow, snow cones
Later.. their dog Bodie got to have some too.
Happy snow day!