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The snow slowly falling to the ground
If you listen closely you can hear the faint ting sounds of the snowflakes colliding together on the ground
The clouds begin to part
The moon makes its presence known by lighting up the snow with its eerie glow
The moon lighting up the night
I take my first steps into the freshly fallen snow
All is silence except the crunch of my footsteps
The tree lined path lit up by the moon
The light a white, lavender, blue and pink transcending over the trees
Giving the illusion that you are walking through a tunnel
The smells of winter – fresh, cold and clean
I continue on the path the sound of the silence in the air
Except the sounds of my footsteps crunching in the snow which seems deafening in the still cold air
I stop and look back
The light of my house can no longer be seen
I stand still tilt my head back and look at the stars
Little white lights covering the dark blue of space
For a brief moment of time I wonder if anyone else out there is doing the same thing as I
I look at the branches bending over the path in which I walk
Dark arms stretched above me covered in a pure white blanket
My eyes follow the branches down to the trunks of the trees
How strong tall they stand
Newly fallen snow has clung to the bark
The moon lighting them where they would usually be hidden against the night
I look forward at the untouched newly snow painted path before me
The moon lighting the way
Tiny snow crystals sparkling like diamonds lying on white velvet
A slight breeze picking up the fine snow
Swirling it around me in a cold winter dance
The wonderment of beauty still magnified in my mind
The cold chill burning my nose and cheeks becoming eminent telling me I must return home
I turn to began my journey back home
I look down seeing my lone footsteps in the snow
The old poem footsteps comes to mind
I think to myself
Am I truly making this journey through the moon lit dark alone?
I smile at my foolish thoughts and make my way home
Once inside I remove my coat
Make a cup of hot chocolate
I stand looking out the window and think
How such beauty can be so dangerous
The beauty of the white snow but oh so cold
If you stay to long the cold borrows its way to your bones
A chill so deep you may freeze to your death
It is like the ocean
Vast and blue
The crashing of the waves against the rocks spraying its salt water
How beautiful it is to watch
How dangerous it is if you participate in its fury
You may get swept away in its currents
Or thrashed against the rocks in which its waves crash