Snowfall (Hour 10)

White, cold, silent.

Floating from the sky.

Jack Frost usually strikes at night.

His is an eerie, beautiful silence.

Flakes catch light and shine back proudly.

Almost gravity-defying in their slow descent from above.

Stick around for a while. Stay and play.

Wash the world in white, ushering in

a new start, on a new day, in a new year.

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