Snow.

The sun shines into your eyes so bright,
that you have to shield them with your hands.
Memories of this place, from just last night,
make it feel like you awoke to different lands.
The neat and level covering of snow along the road
stands defiant in the face of traffic,
and forces cars to drive so slow
that in places they become static.
And even the beach,
wasn't out of its reach
- not being high tide, but low.
And to me it seems,
one of the perfect scenes.
As long as my school,
stays closed.