Its as if tiny pieces of clould are drifting down from above. Sometimes, these tiny could pieces pack together and pelt you like cold, white rain.
When its gentle it often swems as though a soft white blanket covers the land. But when its harsh that same blanket seems heavy, suffocating. You know its slick on the roads and dirty snow begins to pile up along the curbs.
And in the dead of winter you step outside And it doesnt smell like water, it doesn't smell like rain. It smells cold, like the inside of a frostbiten freezer.
And its so bright when the snow blankets the land. Sunny afternoons seem blinding with the sun in the sky and the white, reflective snow over the world. Even at night crystal clear skys and white snow means is never dark, even far from the city lights.
And when you step on it in compacts beneath you, cushioning your step, like walking on the sand of a beach, only the snow will never bouce back, so once walked once it doesn't feel the same.
When its gentle it often swems as though a soft white blanket covers the land. But when its harsh that same blanket seems heavy, suffocating. You know its slick on the roads and dirty snow begins to pile up along the curbs.
And in the dead of winter you step outside And it doesnt smell like water, it doesn't smell like rain. It smells cold, like the inside of a frostbiten freezer.
And its so bright when the snow blankets the land. Sunny afternoons seem blinding with the sun in the sky and the white, reflective snow over the world. Even at night crystal clear skys and white snow means is never dark, even far from the city lights.
And when you step on it in compacts beneath you, cushioning your step, like walking on the sand of a beach, only the snow will never bouce back, so once walked once it doesn't feel the same.