tulips and chimneys

My beautiful friend,

The snow this sunday past was divine. Flakes the size of dinner plates fell from every angle and painted the ground, the parked cars, and the roof tops on the avenue. Televisions were cut off, stereos muted, and video games set to the side as the children of the nearby houses poured into the streets, their noses quite pink and there coats not quite broken in as they searched for anything that could be made into a sled. Their laughter danced towards us as we all piled into the car in search of the perfect spot to spend our snow day.
After chocolate chip waffles and a quick trip to the store where we purchased what was quite possibly the last of the winter attire (two pairs of gloves, and a set of five dollar snow boots for each) we hit the park. Dark grassy hills were for this day only covered in a thick foot of blue snow, ice sickles hung lovingly from every branch of every tree and our breath stretched out feet in front of us. Can you believe it? Snow, miles of it, in Georgia? A vision described by Frost as "A blow-away paper the rain had brought to rest." Its been days now and I still find it hard to grasp.
As for the days since, life moves ever onward. Twisting in ways I could have never imagined, but I'm doubting less and less and that has to be progress. Finally, my bills are paid, and my debts almost extinguished and it's only a matter of a few months till I'll walk the halls of the University once again. Life really does seem to be falling into place.
Tomorrow, I leave for Florida with the paster. He's asked me to forget my plans and come to his home town so he can show me the beauty he is sure only I will understand. I'm sure my next letter will come from there, and I hope this note as well as the next finds you in a good place. Until then, love, think of me and keep me in your prayers.

With the love and the devotion of your friend,
Lolly