i walk along a plain of pure white,

it is blanketed with a layer of sparkling crystals,

as i walk along, every step i take unleashes a delightful sound of the crunching of this gloriuos substance,

this beautiful gathering of millions upon millions of these tiny individuals.

they continue to fall sparingly from the sky,

muffling all undesired sounds,

all in the form of little flakes, none the same as the other,

oh how i love the magic of snow