I pause at the street corner and admire the frosty city around me. The rosy cheeks and warm smiles of the people
bustling around me melt through the looming layer of cold. The stores and houses look different in the
snow, like little gingerbread buildings, all lined up in their perfect
rows. Admiring the winter world around me, I cautiously walk up the icy steps
to my front door.
As I open the door, a gust of warmth washes over me. I catch a glimpse of a collage of snow
crystals on the windowpane. Intrigued, I move closer. I look out at the perfect frozen, white wonderland
that reaches out for miles. The unpenetrated
sheet of snow looks as delicate as a soft peak of meringue. Silhouetted trees reach out to the velvety,
light gray blanket of sky. Rooftops shimmer and sparkle in the fading light. Anything
seems possible in this stunning winter scene.
I turn away as the wind whisks winter wishes trough the wind. Snowy dreams still drifting through my thoughts.
I like the last line. Like snow drifts and drifting thoughts. Nice.
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