What’s crazy to me is how I get the same feeling every time . the world gets that white blanket thrown across her and I just stand there awe struck by the sight of a world cloaked in white. The feeezing air kissing my cheeks but the rapid beating of my heart filling me with warmth. The way it quiets the world, the way child’s favorite stuffed animal soothes the tears. Its always felt like it should be so loud, as those large white puffs cascade to the ground. Every time, it freezes me where I stand as the snow comes, it’s just something my mind can’t comprehend and thus I’m relegated to stop and stare awhile, though it’s always time we’ll spent.