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 January 2006 · 10:59:12

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very poetic.

love, john at 19jan06, 15:43:53

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