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It was no longer the fresh stark white snow, but it wasn't the nasty black slush either. It was a nice in between color. It reminded me of cookies and creme ice creme. It even had little dark spots in it for cookies.
There's something so peaceful, so serene, so amazing...
I wish I could sit in the yard, with but the moon lighting my scene, where I can listen to their sounds, to the howling of wind through their unique shape as the land on top of one another gracefully.
I love taking walks in the perfect snow... the heavy fall in silence as the woods that you walk through slowly pass around you. Your smiling at your friend that you're taking a walk with as the two of you discuss life and the happenings therein. That slow snowfall that kills you to think that it won't last for any long period of time before some gust of wind will ruin it. At least then you get to camp out in his arms.