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The first thing that catches my eye is how cold the snow feels. It’s white and perfect, but it also brings the chill of winter with it.

The sky is covered in a thick blanket of white clouds, as if they’ve been gathering for days. The wind howls through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and pine. The ground seems to shift and change as snow piles up on top of everything, like a heavy carpet that never falls off.

People line up outside their homes, their breaths moving quickly but steady. The snow isn’t just falling; it’s so dense that even the smallest things feel warm and cozy. Some are carrying shovels to flatten the ground, others are cleaning out the windows of their favorite places. The snow is like a blanket, covering every inch of every face.

The wind howls behind them as they scatter the snow with such care. Each piece feels just right—not too big, not too small. It’s almost like the world itself is waiting for something to come—someone to hold onto and warm their soul.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the sky turns a deep golden hue. The snow still falls, but it’s now mixed with the light of dawn. Even in the distance, you can see patches of white where clouds used to be.

The world is alive and moving, each person doing what they’re already doing. They shuffle through their streets, trying to keep up with the movement of the snow. It feels like they’re part of a larger symphony of beauty that never stops playing.

And then there’s the snow itself. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Some are delicate, like delicate leaves that shimmer under the light. Others are huge, casting long shadows on the ground. They move so fast that even we can feel the movement of their snowflakes around us.

As time goes by, the snow grows thicker and more dense. It’s almost as if the world has been waiting for something to happen—someone to take it away. But what do they take? The snow just falls on them like a gift from heaven.

The next day is bright and cheerful, but it doesn’t last forever. By dawn, the snow has melted, covering everything in its usual white blanket. It’s gone with the wind, but the world around it feels different now.

I wonder how many people have shared my experience of winter snow like this—how much time they’ve spent waiting for something to happen and seeing their world transformed by a single snowflake falling from the sky.