The thrill of a first snowfall, loved by all.
White dancers from the sky skittering to the ground, muffling the grass and hiding the ground. They flit around, raised by the gentle breath of the wind, waltzing into piles of cotton white beauty. The snow, falling from the heavens, comes in uniqueness, with each having its own pattern. A few inches have gathered on the ground, left to be creative tools for miniature artists, children whose hearts long for creating the traditional snowmen and snow angels. Also, a snowball fight is soon to be expected, fun for all. A lucky occurrence, when the target is hit. Of course, there are also snow sculptures waiting to be made, of whatever inspires the artist. Then, who wouldn’t like the hot joy of the cocoa, waiting for you. A perfect welcome, with, after shedding the ice and snow covered apparel, heat pouring down your throat while you are seated next to a fire, eventually thawing you out.
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