I love when it snows in big cities/forcing people to stay inside/with their families, significant other or self/away from the noise and forced hustle and bustle of everyday life.
I love to go outside after snow falls/and see the world coated white.
The forms of life and its manifestations turned smooth, curved, soft.
And so clean!
At night the snow world sparkles/especially during full, half or quarter moons/or from the connection between the stars on a crystal clear night/their light beams sharing more than you can possibly imagine!
Snow acoustics are the best!
Inside the silence of freshly fallen snow/all distractions melt away /and the soft sounds of your true self become evident.
Freshly fallen snow gives back precious remembrance of time past/when visions and forgotten feelings emerge and are seen anew/stripped bare of all non-essentials.
Like an epic story told with few words.
Or reality seen through a prism of crystal clear ice.