The snowflakes fall, tumbling to the ground, on cold winter days. The children play, throwing snowballs, on cold winter days. The fires sputter, scattering sparks above, on cold winter days. The birds huddle, on the telephone wires, on cold winter days. Meanwhile, I stay inside, and watch all this happen, on cold winter days.
By Rhea Sethi Hi everybody! I’m back! It’s me again, Bats Keer. Wow, it’s been a whole month since you’ve heard of me, but I’m sure that you caught me skiing at the 2022 Winter Olympics in Beijing. Wait a minute, you didn’t see me? Huh, I guess that you weren’t watching all of the […]
