I stare at the snow in awe, drifting heavily towards the ground. The gentle, soft winds are breezing through the air, trying to reach the first golden rays of dawn. They know where they are going. I can see the certainty in the way the breeze travels, as though it has directions. It picks up the freshly fallen snow; carrying it on its way to the sun, creating an illusion as if the wind and the snow are friends. But I know for a fact that the snow will soon be dropped.
I notice that the icy gust is now lifting the last couple of leaves off the trees, bringing them along on its journey. They flutter through the air; red and yellow mixing with white. It's beautiful, like a priceless painting being formed, all the colours of nature working together.
The tiny crystals of ice sparkle in the dim light, like diamonds shimmering across the horizon. They are now being carried so brutally that if I was to stick my hand outside the window, they would stab my skin like thousands of tiny arrows, being shot by the protectors of the winter. I imagine the wind outside howling my name, calling me to join the army. I smile; taking one last look out of the glass, before going to meet the white earth outside.
The harsh winds sting my face, but the rest of me is pleasantly warm from the clothing coating me. I see a whirlwind of snow twirling toward me, as if it wants to pick me up and bring me somewhere. All of a sudden, it changes course, turning away. Not understanding my own actions, I follow it.
The wind brings me to a frozen pond. The ice shines and sparkles, and I admire all the little crevices making the ice so fragile, yet so strong. Two children are skating on the pond, with their parents looking at them, smiling. They are a family; they are happy.
The wind pushes me further, bringing me to a bus station where an elderly man is sitting on a bench. The bench looks frozen; like hard, cold sleet covering a board, and so does he.
A teenage boy is walking past, and he sees the freezing man. He quickly trudges over to him and hands him his wool jacket. The man looks at him gratefully, and carefully puts it on. When the boy walks away, he smiles. He is compassionate.
I keep on going, following the wind around every twist and turn, until I get to a sidewalk. A lost puppy is sitting there, whimpering into the afternoon clouds; dark and gray. He is lonely, shivering from the cold winter provides. Many cars drive by, not even bothering a second glance in his direction.
Finally, a car stops. A little girl, looking cold but joyful comes out, walking happily toward the puppy. The puppy stops whimpering, and starts panting and wagging its tail. It has found it's family. The girl hugs the puppy and brings it into the shelter of the vehicle. She loving.
The breeze starts traveling again, flying across the sidewalk, the bus station, and the pond; until it gets to my house. The brisk weather stings my face when I run, yet it's enjoyable. I try to catch snowflakes on my tongue and hands, but they all melt too soon; too soon for me to enjoy the enchanting patterns they display.
Now, pressing my face up against the glass once more, I notice that the winds have calmed. The snow is falling lighter than it did in the morning, looking like tired butterflies slowly fluttering down.
The stars in the dark night sky illuminate the snow on the ground, crystallizing it, making it look like the magical dust of fairies. The puff of wind outside is swirling up toward the moon, starting a new journey. It goes higher and higher, until it looks just like the stars.
The moon is shining it's light down toward me, making a big difference from the darkness I was hidden in a few seconds ago. With this, I lay down in bed and think of the people I saw today.
I realize something; those people are like the moon, shining down on everyone else, showing them what the power of winter can really do. Happiness, compassion and love are all things winter gave those people; and they used them. Winter is magic, one you don't even have to believe in for it to change your life.
As my heavy eyes start to close, my dreams float toward me, of the beautiful pristine snow and the surprises tomorrow will bring. One more thought enters my mind as I fall asleep; This has for sure been one of the best snow days... ever.
