Winter mornings

Anyone who knew me well enough would know how much I hate snow, for what it brings about the day after. The wet roads, ice that seems to sneak up on you, landing you with one too many close calls with the surface of the sidewalk and worst of all the sludge that always seems to find a way to stick to the bottom of your jeans. yetch

But what most don’t know is that, secretly, I love the falling part that brings in the snow. To see the flurry of white snowflakes coating every surface, giving it a pure and iridescent effect when it hits the early morning sunlight. Or the calm silent nights that occupy a snowfall making you feel like the world has been shrouded in a sense of peace and tranquility.


It truly is the thing fairytales are made from.


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