I watched out the door because the snow continued to fall. Every flake kissed the bottom softly. My breath frosted the pane, softening the sides of my world.
Every little thing, so far as I may see, was draped in snow. It was onerous to tell apart the bottom from the sky; the horizon blurred into an unlimited white nothingness.
Winter had gone on for months now. The chilly was settling into our bones. The thrill we felt at winter’s first snow had log in the past evaporated and spring felt far-off.
The evening was silent, as if ready for nature to talk; to whisper the enjoyment and great thing about winter, for we had forgotten.