I woke up the other day and the whole world was covered in a beautiful blanket of fresh white snow. Out my window, it looked like the whole city had been tucked in, and the snow continued to softly kiss the buildings and roads. I had seen snow before and it had snowed lightly a few times earlier in the week, but this was my first experience with solid snowfall. I adored walking around in it. I loved the feel of it under my feet.
Walking in snow is a lot like walking on the sand... only if you were barefoot your feet would fall off...
I really love the way snow sits in the hair that pokes out of the front of hats or decorates peoples jackets. My black coat is completely validated when covered in flecks of white. I soaked through two pairs of shoes before I finally acquiesced to my feet’s wishes and put on my snow boots. Now, I have not worn my snow boots since I was twelve and went to sixth grade science camp, yet somehow they are mystically two or three sizes too big. Your guess is as good as mine.
I love snow.
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