There's something unparalleled in the silent beauty of winter. The texture of the world seems to undergo an amorphous change, and for a couple months our entire world is transformed anew with a symphony of invigorating acoustics. During winter, the entire paradigm of the world appears to be a unravel itself into a dimension where time ceases to exist.
Like a steady cotton shower, the skies seem to never stop pouring forth a deluge of wonderful intricate flakes. Anxiously one awaits the show like expecting the grand finale at the theater. For hours at a time, precipitated soft tufts of whiteness blanket the earth in a tranquil, constant light that makes us wonder if anything more beautiful is possible, and if it will ever end.
Such alluring breathtaking views grace my eyes but can't be reproduced in words- a scene that cant even be attempted to be described in hollow words. However, a beautiful wonderland unveils itself for all the world to take in as proud as a bride united with her groom.
Soundlessly the flakes fall, and slowly, they gather, and soon, anywhere the eye can gaze, a white sea drowns the earth in simple elegant beauty. To be able sink one's hands in its velvety texture is a treat so rewarding for the senses.
How can one trudge along in life unperturbed and unaware of the staggering wonder of a white winter? Without acknowledging the quiet beauty of a single snowflake? Thankful I am to feel so alive and to emboss an endearing experience as such in my mind.
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