It snows

I love it when it snows.

Because your usual pathways are disguised in white and you have to follow the footprints of others before you to walk along them.



Because if you look at your coat close enough, you might see perfectly formed snow crystals, whose beauty will for sure captivate you.



Because the quietness is almost supernatural. I can hardly imagine of anything more relaxing than looking at the snow falling through a window.



Because I cannot resist passing my hand over the freshly fallen snow.



I really love it when it snows.