Its a cold winter morning as you step from your house. The air is so crisp that it takes your breath away. Trees are hanging low to the ground ladden with last nights snow and the roof tops look like a fairy tale place right off a post card. The snow crunches under your feet as you make your way to the car. With heavy gloves you begin the task of sweeping the snow from your car. When you finally get to the windshield there are ice crystals that mesmerize you with thier beauty. You stop and look back at your house and see the ice sickles hanging from the roof and you smile. Memories of childhood come back to your mind and you can almost hear the laughter as you skidded down the hill on a flying saucer. The air stinging your face and the snow sliding down into your boots making your feet cold even though you had heavy socks and boots on. You can still hear your mothers voice telling you to keep your hat on but alas you have it tucked into your pocket. You shake your head and look down at the car still covered in snow as a group of children walk down your street carrying their sleds made of blue plastic. Thier voices are high pitched as they talk about thier day of sledding ahead of them. You look down at your work clothes and turn back to them and for that fleeting moment once again you see you and your friends from long ago. Shaking your head you pull out your cell phone and call work to tell them, "I really need a snow day."