I have always wondered if I am being too silly, too silly when I smile whilst walking through the snow, too silly when I stand still and allow the snowflakes to pile upon my jacket, too silly when I enjoy the soft landing of snowflakes against my skin, too silly when I gaze up high in the sky and witness nothing but white clouds and delicate white crystals falling towards the earth…
I must admit, it is quite the joy.
Silliness or not, watching the terrain hide itself under a blanket of white snow, walking past bare tree branches hugging what it can reach, looking behind and seeing the trail of footsteps and realizing, that this snowfall paints a scenery that only arrives once a year, is an experience that sends chills down my spine…
I must admit, it is quite the sight.
The simplest of things are worth admiring, the kind of things that are left unacknowledged, the kind of things that happen naturally without any man made contribution; these kinds of things have a sense of bliss and pure beauty within them that even our perception of perfection falls short…
I must admit, it is quite the truth.
For this happens during the day, so what have I to say about snowfalls during the night?
I must admit, it is another tale for another day.