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dialing the airport on our landline.

“There’s no power, don’t bother with that!” snapped Dad, returning with
dust in his hair and brushing his hands off, leaving grey streaks on his brown
trousers.

“Try a cell phone!” I suggested quickly.

Mom pulled hers out and dialed again. Dad and I waited with bated breath.

“It’s through,” she told us a er a moment. “Hello?”

She spoke quietly to the person on the phone before telling us that all
flights would be delayed by two days in order to wait out the storm and re‐
pair any damages found.

I slept to the sounds of the storm tearing at the walls of our house.

The next morning, I awoke to the peaceful tune of a bird perched on my
windowsill. My eyes wandered past the sparrow to the garden beyond and
widened. White sparkled in the first rays of sunlight. Snow.

I jerked up out of bed with a cry and hurried down the stairs. Opening the
front door again, I was not faced with the storm of the previous night, but a
beau ful garden coated with ny gli ering crystals. I smiled in surprised
delight.

“It snowed a er all!”

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