Snowfall on Evergreen Lane

THE LIGHT ON EVERGREEN LANE Snow fell softly on Evergreen Lane, the kind of snow

that didn’t rush or sting your face, but drifted gently like feathers from the sky.

The street was quiet in the best way, glowing with warm yellow lights from porches and windows.

Every house was dressed for Christmas—twinkling lights wrapped around railings, wreaths on doors,

inflatable snowmen leaning just a little to the side, and strings of colorful bulbs hanging from

tree branches. Evergreen Lane was a Black neighborhood full of life, laughter,

and love. People here waved when they passed. Kids played together every afternoon.

Neighbors shared food, stories, and music like family, even when they weren’t