The snow was wet, and sticky like glue as I started my daily run around the house for a good half hour. I could see how easily it clumped together, and stopped my exercise to mold this cold magma to my own desires. Soon I had a large mound for the base, hard packed with the imprint of my hand upon it. It had been quite a few years since I had taken up an endeavor like this. Last year I attempted to build an igloo, using snow mixed with water in a plastic container to mold it into blocks. A snowman had not been fashioned by my hands in many a year. As I realized that I could not lift the midsection of my standard three-piece creation, I used that as the bottom, making the middle slightly smaller, and the head the smallest. Frosty, as he will be referred to from now on, has arms fashioned from boughs of my Christmas tree, eyes and mouth from colored dog biscuits (which were taken away by the birds an hour later), and a smooth white coat of snow. As I inch closer and closer into the responsibilites of adulthood and head into this new year, I believe my ideas of immagination and the simplistic gift of being able to create in the freedom of knowledge have been skewed. What better way to start the new year...
QED
Jay