7-10 Minutes of Writing

 7-10 Minute Writing Assignment

Looking at a blank page when I’m supposed to be writing about anything that comes into my head is like telling someone not to think of something. That something is all you think about. With the blank page, that is all you see and nothing comes to mind. What to write about. There is so much that I could write about and don’t really know where to start or maybe which topic to write about. When I hear something being said, I think, I could write about that. Then, when I sit down to write, I think, what was it that I was going to write about? Well, it snowed this past Monday. I picked up my granddaughter from preschool and it was very cold and cloudy. The teacher had told me that there were big flakes falling and she let the kids go out in it. It doesn’t snow in the desert, at least it’s not supposed to. My granddaughter was absolutely thrilled. She’s 4 years old. We got home and it was snowing. It was beautiful. It reminded me of Minnesota days when I was a young girl. On a night that it would storm, in the morning, we would gather around the radio and wait to hear our school’s name announced. When it was, we exclaimed joy! Yay! We could go outside and place our footsteps into the newly fallen snow. Hear the crunch under our feet, feel the cold crisp air bite at our cheeks. It was glorious. I loved it. I miss the snow now. However, glad that I don’t have to drive in it. But as a child, snow has a mystical feeling, giving the look of a crystalline magic. All is so quiet, a sense of everything stopping and taking notice of the beauty in nature.