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the ice forming on the newly frigid ground
the chill of the cold north wind as the sun beats down upon your cheek
the simplicity of the black and white existence of the winter
time slows to a crawl
seconds, minutes, hours, they all seem like an eternity
huddling close together, trying to stay warm
sipping on hot chocolate
the smell of burning firewood and the smoke from the chimneys
newly fallen snow creating a new untouched ground...pure, simple, serene
you can hear every bird's song, like the notes of a symphony in your ears
snow.....not ice, not water, in some ways, not of this earth. each snowflake different, each one unique, each it's own amongst and endless sea of brothers and sisters. a snowflake is born, it grows, it falls, and then vanishes. do you remember one snowflake? do you remember the path it led on its way to you? it too will disappear amongst the countless others falling so graciously to you.
you hate the snow, or you love it
each flake will bring you joy, or it will bring you sadness
each passing moment of the endless winter drives you to search for the other flakes, just like you, yet in many ways, unique and different in its own right
are we just snow?
will we melt?
it's these thoughts that put a shiver in my spine
see you next winter.........
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