Flying in Snow writing by Faye
The snow blanket covers the wonderful rooftops below.
I spy twinkling light from the windows of awake children
hoping to sneak a glimpse of the beloved Father Christmas.
I spot trees in the darkness of night.
A fox slips on the ice and plummets towards the prickled,
frost covered bushes. And it is gone.
Below me, the icy sea looks like a puddle because we’re up so
high.
As we dash through the clouds, an angel soars through the
windy winter skies.
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