I remember praying for snow days. looking out my bedroom window and asking god to
drop a shit ton of snow on the ground so the roads would become slushy, slick, and
unpassable. then we’d make pancakes and sometimes grandpa’d bring out donuts from
McGloughlins or Dutch Uncle. we’d bundle up in our loud as hell snowsuits. black with
red stripes on the cuffs and swooshing like mad with every step. we’d stay out all day
until the snot had run clear down our chins, making tunnels through the drifts and
tracking rabbits in the snow and jumping from the barn loft door feet first, closing our
eyes until we hit the ground.