Snowflakes

In the quiet embrace of winter's chill, a world adorned in a pristine blanket of snow, each flake a delicate masterpiece, I come alive. The air, numbingly perfect, carries the scent of pine and the promise of a silent sanctuary. Trees stand as guardians, their branches heavy with the weight of glistening crystals, sparkling under the moon's tender glow. Footprints leave a temporary mark on the once blank canvas. Cozy hearths call to me, casting warm glows on faces adorned with rosy hues, as the world outside is hushed in a serene lullaby of snowfall. Winter.