There is a special magic to waking up to silence.

No snow plows rumbling down the street spraying salt in every direction.

No parents yelling at you to wake up,

Because it’s a snow day,

And I get to sleep in.

i just stare out the car window

let the breeze tangle my short brown hair

inhale that ocean wind

it means i'm seeing my friend again

who knows me like no one else

rolls her eyes at my boy troubles