A/N: It's snowing right now and I just felt incredibly inspired to write a fic about it. I really love snow, and I have ever since I was young and this is basically written with myself when I was younger as a basis for it. I hope you enjoy it, and no flames please, since they'll melt the snow in the story.
Snowfall
By: Speedo-chan
It's snowing right now. I've always loved snow, as long as I can remember. It makes everything seem peaceful, wrapping the land in it's white, sparkling blanket and silencing the noise of the city. It still gives me this peaceful feeling, even though now I know enough to know that lots of snow isn't always good, since it causes problems. But to a small part of me, it still is the most peaceful thing that will ever exist.
When I saw the first couple of flakes falling down outside of my window, I rushed outside onto the front lawn, my face upturned towards the sky, gazing into the clouds that produced these wonderful works of art. I looked up for a minute or two,just enjoying the feel of the snow flakes falling on my face. I then spun around, laughing likre a little kid again and shouting, "Yay! Snow!"
I stopped, and then just looked up again at the flakes falling through the air. It wasn't a very hard snowfall yet, but the flakes were large and powdery, exploding into a short blast of whiteness as they hit surfaces. It was cold out and my nose felt slightly numb, just standing there. But it just gave me an utter feeling of belonging and contentment, something that I dearly miss most days of my life.
I don't think I could ever admit to anyone that such a simple thing brings me so much joy, but it doesn't matter to me. I just hope that to me, snow will never lose it's magic.
Snowfall
By: Speedo-chan
It's snowing right now. I've always loved snow, as long as I can remember. It makes everything seem peaceful, wrapping the land in it's white, sparkling blanket and silencing the noise of the city. It still gives me this peaceful feeling, even though now I know enough to know that lots of snow isn't always good, since it causes problems. But to a small part of me, it still is the most peaceful thing that will ever exist.
When I saw the first couple of flakes falling down outside of my window, I rushed outside onto the front lawn, my face upturned towards the sky, gazing into the clouds that produced these wonderful works of art. I looked up for a minute or two,just enjoying the feel of the snow flakes falling on my face. I then spun around, laughing likre a little kid again and shouting, "Yay! Snow!"
I stopped, and then just looked up again at the flakes falling through the air. It wasn't a very hard snowfall yet, but the flakes were large and powdery, exploding into a short blast of whiteness as they hit surfaces. It was cold out and my nose felt slightly numb, just standing there. But it just gave me an utter feeling of belonging and contentment, something that I dearly miss most days of my life.
I don't think I could ever admit to anyone that such a simple thing brings me so much joy, but it doesn't matter to me. I just hope that to me, snow will never lose it's magic.
