Whoosh whoosh
When you're a 10 year old kid and school is closed
whoosh whoosh
And you're running back to the top of the neighborhood hill
whoosh whoosh
And your best friend nails you with a snowball right in the middle of your back
whoosh whoosh
But you can barely feel it because of the layers and layers of clothes
whoosh whoosh
You can barely feel anything except the numbness of cold on your cheeks
whoosh whoosh
And the sense of dizzy anticipation as you haul your sled back to the top
whoosh whoosh
And get ready for the next ride down
whoosh whoosh
All you can hear is
whoosh whoosh
Those snowpants.