There’s a skiff on the ground, and the sky is burdened and gray.
Let the flakes fall!
Why do I love snow so much? Well, admittedly, loving snow is something of a luxury, because I don’t have to commute.
To me, snow is sacred. It mantles the ground, like a benediction of purity. It is magical. As a child, I knew, even before I opened my eyes in the morning, if it had snowed. There was a special stillness in the air, full of festive promise.
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