Snow falls outside our window.

Cars slip and slide down the road outside our house.

It is January. No school today.

I am eight.

Mom just made snow ice cream.

Probably the best part of the snow days in our house.

I am cocooned in a blanket.

To stay warm.

The fireplace crackles.

Mom follows up the ice cream with hot chocolate.

It has little marshmellows.

I am content.