Laura D. Banda's Page

Cold days, late nights. My Home was located where a street light beemed right into our kitchen window
cold nights frosted the windows, yet the heat from inside kept us safe. I remember sitting in the kitchen with the lights off....staring at that street light and watch the snow flakes fall... I remember wishing I can be like that, not have a direction....just fall...the dark streets became a white ground. slow, falling through out the night you wake up to snow up high....shoveling....is the only… Continue