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Winter wonderland I go back in time with the smell of wood-burning fires wisps of smoke floating towards the sky coming from beyond the hill. Cookies baking, pine cones, hot chocolate. A crispy early morning the fragrance of clean, fresh air after a snowfall. So many different, wonderful memories like a carousal pass through the mind, round and round. The wintry weather - the fragile white snow sparkling under the sun, misty white puffs forming when one exhales, the tip of ears tingling from the frosty breeze. Walking on snow, what a feeling - the crunching sound it makes. Almost violating a perfection treading on virgin snow. But oh, the sheer joy of racing downhill on a wooden sled. A snow blizzard in the night. Listening to the wind howling outside, face plastered against the windowpane, swirling snow being blown around, like so many dancers whirling pure white sheets round and round. Numerous fantasies made up, imagining stories and tales of long ago, all evoked by those myriad of fragile, uniquely designed flakes falling to the ground, so evanescent as one, so strong and firm when bunched together. I love it when it snows. Standing outside and welcoming all the flakes, drifting, twirling and waltzing in the pale moon lit night. Snow can be exciting and soothing at the same time, especially when it snows at night. The contrast of the white flakes weightlessly floating from an inky sky, as if God is sending confetti for some unmerited occurrence we accomplished. The hush of the night, silently paying homage to the marvel of the snowfall. |
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