Brrrrr

There’s something beautiful about snow; the way it surrounds the face.
It fills the holes, eliminates the beauty of those you see every day.
It paints white with forgetfulness - erases the lines in the world; trees, homes, children, fears, cars, love, worries, sleep...

Erases it all until you see only white. 

The purity of the world at your fingertips. 

Is there anything more spectacular?

You can pick it up and crush it in your gloved hand. Better yet - you can taste the hope in your un-gloved hand: feel the cold wet slip down your fingers and into your throat.

Ah what a beautiful thing, snow.