Sitting…waiting…wishing…hoping. She tilted her head to rest it on the windowsill. She pressed her nose against the freezing glass. She concentrated her light blue eyes on the sky. Then she shut them and in her mind she saw little white specks floating down from the sky. Back and forth they fluttered down. She saw all of her friends dashing out of their front doors. Wrapped in bundles of clothes. With their hats and gloves on. She sighed as the day dream ended. Her warm breath fogged up the window. Then with the sleeve of her shirt she whipped the fog of the window. She blinked at what she saw, and she thought I must still be dreaming. But the snow that was falling from the sky continued to fall. She grabbed her warmest coat and fuzziest boots. She raced down the stairs and out the front door.