There's something really magical about snow. Most people moan and groan but there's always this tiny twang inside which makes me feel excited when I see snowflakes slowly beginning to fall. Maybe it's because it's a rareity? Maybe. Or maybe because white is my favourite colour and everything just looks better this way.
Roaming the streets as it fell, making footprints in the thick dust. I felt priviliged to have the first step in the clean coat that now covered the earth.