"Freshly Fallen, Silent Shrouded Snow"

The storm has come and gone, and left the landscape painted white. The trees are coated with thick ice, and the once red roofs are now covered with a thick layer of waxen, frigid dust. What was green a week ago, now shines silver under the moonlight. The ghostly wind that once beat against my walls, has left the world looking alien and foreign. Smooth sculptures of alabaster litter doorsteps, roofs and streets. Curls and waves on the drifting snow, reminding me of a burtonesque movie set.

Winter has shown us its full power, reminding us to stay humble. Now, the unyielding storm has moved on to crush another unsuspecting town. The sun is shining, making me squint when I look over the immaculate landscape of ice and snow. It shines down apon our frosted world, warming our hearts; while our noses still freeze with the unwelcoming winter wind.





It started snowing at 11 PM on friday. It stopped snowing last night around 8 PM. We have gotten over two feet of snow in most places, and it reaches my waist in the drifts.

PS: Kudos to whoever can tell me where the title of this post comes from.

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