Snow

[Almac]

where i grew up snow was ultra-rare.
so, i moved somewhere it wasn't rare. it can make it hard to get around and get to work, but i do like it ...and then of course there is the romance of a cuddle in front of a fireplace or a wood stove wrapped in a blanket with horses on it while you can see the snow falling outside the window and everything is so quiet except for the unobtrusive music playing and the wood pops and crackles and the incense is faint but smells so good even though you cant identify what it is exactly because the boyfriend won't tell you and he's the one that bought it and the only light is the light coming in from the window and from the fire and maybe there's some coffee or hot chocolate with whipped cream and then the boyfriend starts squirting the whipped cream in your face and then you laugh and move to rub your face on his to smear it all over but instead he kisses you and then he takes the whipped cream and

then again you have to shovel a lot of snow up there so...
i came back down south.

[SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkSlateBlue"]You paint such a wonderfully romantic picture, drawing the reader into a a scene that would be so cosily and loving, just to let us down with reality.. Please don't write any romances you would only go and break the reader's heart... loll
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