Snowy day

On the way back my footsteps in the snow had all but disappeared, you couldn't even tell that I had walked there, it was snowing that hard. In fact, I was barely visible, that's how bad it was, even though I was wearing a black jacket which was in stark contrast to the snow. It was funny how it could be in the winter. It was bizarre if you really thought about it. You could do almost whatever you wanted, because you were barely visible anyway. Nobody could really see you, not that well anyway. As I turned around I saw my footsteps already begin to fade as the snow poured down and covered them up. When you walked by the building glass doors you couldn't see your own reflection that well either. All you saw was some kind of feature passing by, like an apparition. Almost invisible. I trotted the old familiar path. My legs seemed to move on their own. I knew each step, each bump in the pavement, although today they were covered by a thick layer of snow so it was hard to locate them. One time I lost a ball in the snow on the the fields, and couldn't find it no matter how much I searched for it. In the spring when it started to thaw, I went back to the same spot and there it was, still there in the exact same spot. I picked it up, took it home and cleaned it off. It was as though it had never been there at all, even though it had been there for 6 months. We had worried that somebody would find it and take it, but since it had been covered with snow nobody had seen it, and even when the snow thawed nobody saw it anyway, even though it was bright red. Or maybe somebody saw it but didn't care and just let it be. It was all broken up anyway. It had a big crack in it and the surface was scratched. So who would want that.
When I passed the swing set I looked at it and it was covered in snow, like everything else. Without the snow, with the layers of snow peeled back, you could see the swings and the sharp edges of the wooden frame. The swings were in horrible condition. Nobody really cared about the upkeep of the yard, so the swings were dirty from kids playing on them and they were all worn out and the seats had been stepped on. With the snow on it you couldn't see that though, so it looked kind of nice, like some abstract statue.