Blanket of Snow
There's something about a night's snowfall that I just love.
I know it sounds weird, but I can hear the fresh snow before I see it. The snow blankets the city with it's clean, white fluff, and the city burrows under it, purring and happy.
Just like I would be under a down comforter in my bed, were I able to tear myself from the sound of the fresh covering snow.
19 JAN
2006
2006
1 Love Notes
very poetic.
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