“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment, then where is it to be found?”
— J.B. Priestley
By Brenda Redmond
I woke that morning with a sense of dread. I couldn't help it — I just couldn't get my project finished in time. I jumped out of bed and rushed the mundane routine of getting dressed, brushing my teeth and the other tasks that I needed to do before the school bus came. I would have to rush through breakfast too if I was going to have time to finish it.
I was in grade six, and my project was due. I had procrastinated, and now I would have to pay the price. My plan was to hurry and get as much completed before school as possible.
Then it dawned on me. I had completely forgotten about the weather! Mom had said that I might get lucky, as the weather reports were calling for a storm. Living on a side road had its perks, one of them being that we had many days when our bus driver simply decided not to drive down our winding side road due to the weather conditions. After waiting outside until your nose was completely frozen, it was a good bet that you would be welcomed inside and not told to wait a little longer!