They are the only ones that can drive me crazy.
I am the one who looks forward to them.
1,000 fluffy snowflakes fall from the sky.
1, 000, that will fade away and fall again the next day.
1,000 white diamonds that bring joy to the youth and agony to the old.
From my comfy couch I see them, but the animals are soundly asleep and miss this divine event. Their glow of white can be infinite, but their power of destruction is underestimated.
The rigid flakes plummet to ground and fill the roads with despair. This is how they work.
After the snow has covered the ground from head to toe, children will pull out their winter toys and winter snowsuits and amble around the winter playground.
Drip, drip, drip, gleaming snow melts from rooftops.
When the drip, dripping ends and the summer begins and there is nothing else left on the sidewalks or rooftops. I will wait for 1,000 fluffy snowflakes to fall again.