I love going out at night and listening to the snow fall...the hush of everything around you, the reflections of streetlights giving the whole world an orangeish glow. I love the sound of snow falling in a clump from a tree...
I love the next morning when the snow reflects the sun into a blinding brilliance that shocks your senses. the biting of the wind, the chunks that fall as you clear your car.
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I love the next morning when the snow reflects the sun into a blinding brilliance that shocks your senses. the biting of the wind, the chunks that fall as you clear your car.