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Snow is the only part of winter that I look forward too. When it's snowing, I like to look up at the sky and wonder where each one of those snow flakes came from. I like to catch the snow on my tongue. When it's barely snowing sometimes if you look closely enough...you can see their real shape...just like the paper cut outs.
The snow has stopped. It's about 1:16am and the sky is orange. The trees carey white powder on their shoulders. All I can see outside my window are multi colored christmas lights in the distance. The night is silent, still. The naked tree outside my window stands without a moving branch. I wait for more to come. It relaxes me.
The snow has stopped. It's about 1:16am and the sky is orange. The trees carey white powder on their shoulders. All I can see outside my window are multi colored christmas lights in the distance. The night is silent, still. The naked tree outside my window stands without a moving branch. I wait for more to come. It relaxes me.