Falling Snow

Many would disagree with me, but I think it's just so pretty outside today. The sky is heavy with a thick blanket of clouds. The mountains are utterly obscured, and my view ends with the rolling hills fading into the whiteness. Yet somehow, it doesn't seem claustrophobic. Instead, it seems like a protective embrace.

The snow is falling. Actually falling, as opposed to blowing and swirling. There is no wind, and that lack of movement creates a peaceful feeling. I could almost be lulled into a belief that it's not cold outside. Almost. It just seems too soft and calm to be a bitter-cold day.

The gentle falling of the plump flakes intensifies the feeling that everything is being covered by a heavy cloak. Tucked in for a peaceful slumber. It's a cozy thought. Cozier still, because I'm appreciating it from my window. Enjoying it from the true warmth of my home.