First in tiny flecks, then like tufts of cotton.
Drifting, floating, dancing down.
The world slows, becomes quiet and muffled.
The dark tree branches the only contrast on a grey sky, creating a soft silhouette.
So peaceful, tranquil.
One can do nothing else but stop, look up, and twirl with arms outstretched to catch a few flakes.
Resting gently on cheeks, eye lashes, and melting on warm tongues.
The whole street, the whole city seems just as a shaken snow globe glistening and swirling.
A moment of natural beauty captured and frozen.
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