I love the snow that falls late in the winter. It retains all of the innocence with which it came, soft and white, forever fresh. It stays just a day, not long enough to become tarnished by the soot of life. It never overstays its welcome. It falls quietly and gently throughout the night, and melts away with the warmth of the new day. It honors the passing winter, and welcomes the spring that approaches.
The snow fell all through the night. The world seemed covered in a white blanket when I beheld it from my window this morning. I pulled my blankets close and snuggled deep into my bed. Joy penetrated my soul and resonated from side to side, from end to end, from front to back. The universe held me safe, and made me warm.
Chasing a Glitter Path
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