Author Adelaide Green

The snow falls so softly. Slow, Slow, Slow. Down it comes swirling and twirling like ribbons across the sky. Gently now, ever so gently. Kissing my eye lashes, my nose and my cheeks. As soon as it lands my warm skin melts it. It drips, drips down my nose, my cheeks, moistens my eyelashes. The cold caresses my face, sending a shiver down my spine into the depths of my bones. Down it goes and down it stays. My breath puffs into the air, looking like loose powder stuck in time. It fogs my glasses the same way a steamy shower fogs up the glass. The snow crunches beneath my feet, leaving behind prints of where I’ve been. The only unclear snow is where I’m going now.