Snowflakes float gently through the air, covering the ground and trees in winter’s splendor. I do not know the names of these white trees – I am not of this land. I know sidewalks, tall buildings, automobiles, soot, suits, and wintry faces. But I do not know winter. Its frigid breath competes with the warmth of the humble fireplace. I know that if the fire should go out, the splendor of winter will become as inviting as the grave. Still, I am safe behind these wooden walls, and so I watch winter in peace from the warm side of my window.
Original photo by Gratisography