The city’s long-awaited first snow arrived quietly in the early morning. In a matter of moments, the slides, wooden playhouses, and playground at Newton were gently covered by a soft, white layer.
The campus stood still, as if holding its breath—until a single shout broke the silence.
“It’s snowing!”
The children stepped into the snow, and the scene came alive.
Snowballs traced quick, joyful arcs through the air. Small footprints—light and deep—formed patterns only children could write across the untouched ground. Heads leaned close together as snowflakes were carefully counted, one by one. Nearby, uneven snowmen stood patiently, joining the children in welcoming the day.
Red hands and cold noses could not hold back the excitement. Laughter rang out, voices calling to one another, becoming the clearest sound of winter. In this moment, snow was no longer something seen in pictures—it was something to touch, to hold, to feel.
At Newton, this snowfall became part of the winter.
The snow will melt, but this day stays.
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