The radio alarm woke me to the quiet notes of Johann Sebastian Bach’s Air on the G String.

Six a.m. Still dark outside.

Oh!… the luxury of the morning’s first stretch while still wrapped in warm, flannel sheets. Just a few more minutes–please!

Although it had snowed during the night, the sky was now clear. The near-full moon, hurrying westward, away from the already faint glimpse of approaching dawn, cast a silvery magic across my farm.

Everything sparkled.

From my bedroom window view, the fresh dusting of snow atop the rows of round hay bales that still needed hauling in from the field looked like frosted “Mini Wheats”, ready to be scooped up and placed in my breakfast bowl.

The milk cows, huddled against the barbed wire gate, milled restlessly, anxious to be freed from their pasture and let into a warm barn. The smell of coffee, drifting in from the kitchen–

“Better get the tractor out and plough a clearing to the highway.” My wife was an early riser. “Kids will need a ride to the school bus this morning.”

Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed. Needed to go to the bathroom, anyway.

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Albert E. Schindler writes out of Cardston, Alberta. This is his first publication with Every Day Fiction.

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9 Responses to “FIRST SNOW • by Albert E. Schindler”

1. Bonnie Says:
   December 23rd, 2007 at 4:23 am

   Reality beats magic. But the magic came first.
   Great story!

2. sylvia Says:
   December 23rd, 2007 at 4:29 am

   I’d say this is a scene, not a story. Having said that, I liked it a lot - it really evoked that early morning winter feeling.

3. Oonah V Joslin Says:
   December 23rd, 2007 at 7:42 am

   Very Christmassy.

4. dj barber Says:
   December 23rd, 2007 at 8:04 am

   Brrr! A nice winter picture.

5. avis Hickman-Gibb Says:
   December 23rd, 2007 at 9:51 am

   very evocative - nice scene to build on. It reminded me of a story I used to read to my son when he was little - called “First Snow” - same feel to it.

6. Al Schindler Says:
   December 23rd, 2007 at 10:03 am

   You’re quite right about it being a scene and not a story, but it was a little ’scene’ that just came into my head and wouldn’t get out until I had it written and submitted. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

7. gay degani Says:
   December 23rd, 2007 at 10:22 am

   “From my bedroom window view, the fresh dusting of snow atop the rows of round hay bales that still needed hauling in from the field looked like frosted “Mini Wheats”, ready to be scooped up and placed in my breakfast bowl.”

   I love this image.

8. adana oto kiralama Says:
   December 29th, 2007 at 6:05 am

   thanks

9. December’s Table of Contents | Every Day Fiction Says:
   January 3rd, 2008 at 10:20 pm

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