I can smell it in the air.
Faint whiffs of snow. They come in wafts from the near-by mountains. I inhale deeply and close my eyes. I see it in my mind’s eye. Flakes softly falling from the sky down, whirling and dancing, steadily weaving a flawless white carpet. I can hear it under my booted feet, crunching under each step and love the silence it creates around me when I stop. It is the perfect music to my ears.
I open my eyes and I face a dull grey day greeting me. The noise strikes again robbing me of the snow induced silence, but there is nothing, nothing that can rob my memories of a beautiful snow-falling day.
Images taken from pinterest via the winter search.
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