The freshness of new snow still gives me the same feeling as it did when I was a kid. Making new footprints on unmarked territory. My thick soles crunching down on the snow making it's way through the softness until it lands on the hard cement.
Trees holding the white weightless substance that can shut down a city to complete stillness. It falls quietly, small flurries-all different- landing gracfully, soundless and weightless. One by one until it's a huge blanket covering everything it touches.
Enjoy this day. Learn to love the little things in life. It's your right, my right-our right