Pure white flakes descending from the heavens above, buffeted about by the cold cold winds of Glasgow.
To land on the ground, forming an endless expanse.
The pureness, the untaintedness, the brilliant wonder of it all.
Tis' indeed a pretty world that we live in. :)
Even Mr. Snowman agrees... don't you Smiley Snowy Man?The Snow That Never Drifts by Emily Dickinson
The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear --
Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature's Alibit --
Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be --
We buy with contrast -- Pang is good
As near as memory --
The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was February's Foot
Experience would swear --
Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature's Alibit --
Were every storm so spice
The Value could not be --
We buy with contrast -- Pang is good
As near as memory --
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