The snowflakes shiver and shimmer in the wind, fluttering here and there in an endless dance pattern. They move in soft flurries, innocently towards the ground settling on my skin, my hair, and barely, brushing my nose. The moment we come in contact with each other, the snowflakes disappear into water droplets, instantly, sending a smile to my face. With every movement that I make the snowflakes slightly, rise above the ground and twirl around my feet. They magically dart around and slowly settle back down on the ground to join their companions. Gradually, I make my way through a weightless veil of mist that has collected together, closer to the heavy layer of snow covering the ground. At this time of the day, the mist passes by my ankles slowly and mysteriously. It walks away from the forest along with me, away from the true beauty of the winter. Before I enter my house the fresh air and wafting smell of my hot cocoa collide right underneath my red-tipped nose. I know that one sip of the hot beverage will allow the flavours of cream and chocolate to burst across my tongue. One glance back into the distance and I realize that the true beauty of winter has won my heart once
The snowflakes shiver and shimmer in the wind, fluttering here and there in an endless dance pattern. They move in soft flurries, innocently towards the ground settling on my skin, my hair, and barely, brushing my nose. The moment we come in contact with each other, the snowflakes disappear into water droplets, instantly, sending a smile to my face. With every movement that I make the snowflakes slightly, rise above the ground and twirl around my feet. They magically dart around and slowly settle back down on the ground to join their companions. Gradually, I make my way through a weightless veil of mist that has collected together, closer to the heavy layer of snow covering the ground. At this time of the day, the mist passes by my ankles slowly and mysteriously. It walks away from the forest along with me, away from the true beauty of the winter. Before I enter my house the fresh air and wafting smell of my hot cocoa collide right underneath my red-tipped nose. I know that one sip of the hot beverage will allow the flavours of cream and chocolate to burst across my tongue. One glance back into the distance and I realize that the true beauty of winter has won my heart once