On a Snowy morning

When I was 7 and I was about to fly to Australia, I told my grandparents that I will bring some clouds back with me for them. I thought we could reach out of the plane windows to catch some in a little bag and bring it down to earth. Flying through clouds the first time was such a surprising experience; we passed through it so easily. I thought they would feel as fluffy as they looked.



Today we have the first real snow of this winter.

A snowy morning is bright, quiet and magical. My shoes crunched down on the fresh snow as I stepped out. So white, so clean, it adorns the branches of the bare trees.

Snowfall is beautiful. Watch how gently it floats down.

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