There's white everywhere. Falling slowly, gradually making it's decent. Drifting all over the world, covering it in a cold blanket for the night. the flakes rest on my warm black gloves and I study their intricate designs until my heat takes over and they seep slowly into the fabric. The forest is so elegantly draped in a lace of white I can scarcely take it all in. The cool biting wind plays with my hair and brushes against my cheek. I wade through the fluffy sea of my back yard, my toes numb from lack of proper foot wear. I ignore the feeling as my eyes soak in all the beauty of the season.
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