Storywriting

The white cloak of snow covering nearly everything in sight. The frosty air biting your nose making the bare skin numb. The beautiful purity of snow and ice filling one‘s sight with wonder and admiration. The coldness upon your face is refreshing, making your nose and cheeks blush from the chilling feel of bleak gusts of wind. Snow, floating gently from the cloud-filled sky, soundlessly settling, veiling the world in a cozy comforter of white silk. It‘s my favourite part of winter, when time seems to hold still for a brief second, allowing those who are willing to take  a moment and acknowledge the beauty. 

(Silja Dagrún, Iceland)