There’s not a writers block that can’t be cured by a brisk walk in the snow. Being cooped up inside all weekend, I decided to layer up in whatever clothes I had and venture outside. I put on my mom’s old black leather snow boots from the 80s, complete with a black fur rim, and I trudged outside to clear my mind. It brought back memories of childhood snow days with ruddy faces and hot chocolate. If I didn’t have gloves, I’d put socks on my hands and go outside and return indoors to hot bowls of tomato soup and grilled cheese.
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