The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found? ~ J.B. Priestly
I am not a big fan of cold weather; I get goosebumps when the temperature drops below 72 degrees.
I love the way the land looks when swathed in fresh comforters of snow. I love the sparkly twinkle of the sun bouncing off mounds of white, like tiny bits of glittery sugar sprinkled over a perfectly iced cake.
I marvel at the stark white silence that seems to envelope each falling flake.
There is a moment, when the snow is falling, when everything is pure...perfect...silence...
I love that moment. I crave that moment. I breathe in the silence, gather my thoughts, relax in the absolute quiet and purity of stark, perfect, snow.
and then I realise I'm freezing my bum off and run inside to take a hot bath and relax with a steaming cup of coffee.
Prompt #37: Snow! write about the snow.