by Kristy Gherlone
Harvey had been waiting all year for the snow to come again. He’d overheard the birds whispering icy secrets to each other for days, so he knew it would be soon. He shivered with anticipation, shaking the last of the stubborn, cranky leaves to the pavement. They skittered away, alarmed to be so suddenly homeless. He watched through the night, stretching his limbs from time to time to ease his creaking trunk and to test the air. Just as the first sliver of light peeked over the horizon, he heard one tiny flake giggle as it swam through the air. He reached out to grab it before the morning warmth could steal it away, and gently tucked it into the crook of his branch. He captured as many as he could, lovingly placing them in his care until his arms ached under the strain. His nearby friends danced and shook in the wind trying to rid themselves of the tiny offenders, but not Harvey. He’d waited a long time. He wanted to keep them for as long as he could.
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