Snow. It makes everything feel fresher, cozier, and more like home. I can usually tell when it is snowing, really snowing I mean, when the world just feels quieter. Snow brings a certain peace that settles all around.
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow,
Finally divided by a world so undecided and there’s nowhere to go;
In between the cover of another perfect wonder and it’s so white as snow,
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there’s nowhere to go.