A dryer full of clothes and boots (yes boots)
And so were days on hills, miles walked.
And living room floors, carpeted in sleeping bags
Opening at dawn
To run up hills again, at 8.
Snow was joy, communal breakfast,
3 legged dogs.
What I remember most of snow
Is mom and pop, and a tireless refrain:
Of course everyone can stay again,
Enjoying just as much as us.