Snow-
I watch as the sparkling flakes fall gently onto the rolling hills. I sit under the oak clutching onto my cooling tea for warmth.
They seemed to sparkle like tiny stars the way the sun hit them almost blinding me with it beauty capsizing me,
I was lost in the sea of white the almost nothingness was like an empty sheet of paper with some trees drawn around at random and I felt my fingers and nose go numb with the cold,
Though the oak was leafless and almost dead looking the snow made it beautiful, the branches twisting and twirling in their own gnarled yet elegant way,
My slow and steady breath was the only sound, I felt the earth, I felt my heart beat in tune with the earth's own soul,
I was calm, I was peaceful, I was happy, the serene scene was were I belonged, what I hoped for.
