The First Snowfall
My cheek was pressed against the cold window.
From the kitchen,
the smell of the small cedar chips burning in the fireplace,
I watched millions of flakes
fall past the street lamp,
floating to the ground
below.
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I'm practicing flash-fiction and would appreciate any feedback I could get. Thank you, in advance.
I remember this moment in my life and you seem to have caught it so astutely!