I’m packing & cleaning my room at the moment.
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It snowed all day yesterday. I walked outside after class and was met with a fresh crisp air. A swarm of light and friendly snow flurries danced all about, landing on my nose and eyelashes. I paused to take the scenery in. I looked to the mountains. Giant coniferous trees subtly caught the snow flakes, dusting their branches with shimmers. I looked all around, examining the beauty, and was caught with a sound. For the first time, in a very long time, I heard the sound of snow. I had forgotten snow made any sound at all. I listened though. I faintly heard the muffled pitter-patter of snow flakes landing on the ground. It was so relaxing. I just stood there, arms snugly in jacket, face to the sky, and listened.
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Snow is interesting. I love the way it crunches under your feet. I love the way it can be so bearable and pleasant even at temperatures so treacherous. Although I enjoy a snowfall that packs well for snowballs, I’m equally fascinated by the snow that’s so light and fluffy it’s hardly there at all. I run through snowbanks with ease, kicking my legs and watching the puff of snow flurries shoot to there air and gently land again. It’s nice. So light and dry it’s almost artificial.
William Dare 