Snowmen…

It had started snowing very early in the morning and everything was covered in white. Jonathan stood outside the front door on the porch and just observed the cold and snowy world around him.
He took a sip from his cup of hot chocolate. He loved the freshly fallen snow. Everything was quiet, you could hardly hear a sound. There was no wind, just the falling snow, the streets were empty, most people stayed home, safe and warm.
Jonathan watched the snowflakes fall and hit the ground silently. It was peaceful and serene.
He remembered how he loved to play in the snow as a child back home in Canada. It was something that helped him after he returned from… well, from that horrible place. He didn’t want to think about THAT now.
He and his brother Thomas used to build families of snowmen, they gave them names and biographies and hoped they would stay but of course they didn’t. The snow melted and the years went by. Jonathan tried to recall when he had last built a snowman. It’s been years.
He heard some children laugh in the distance. It probably came from the huge park across the street. There were lots of trees, playgrounds, even some ponds, gazebos and miniature golf course. It was beautiful.
People went ice skating on the frozen ponds in winter and children had fun sledging. He imagined that’s what they did. Maybe they were even having a snowball fight or…building snowmen.
He saw a car drive very slowly down the street as the snow got stronger. As a driver this weather wasn’t fun but Jonathan didn’t have to go anywhere this weekend and he was sure the streets would be free by Monday.
He heard the door open behind him and turned around.
“Hey!” It was his brother Thomas. “Let’s go build a snowman!”…