"Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze
Vera Nazarian
Snowflakes are one of numerous things that remain magical for me. There is something so delicate, precise, and creative about snow flakes gently falling from the sky. When the snow falls hard it is such an experience to feel it layering on one's head or shoulders and face. Trudging through the untouched snow brings our different aspects of ourselves.
For me, the most beautiful scene is when the trees are covered with snow, the sun is shining, and one male dressed in its bright red suit perches on a tree. He boastfully signs his cardinal song. The contrast against the blue sky solidifies the beauty of this winter scene. It stabilizes me, allows me to feel there indeed is a natural order to the world.
The longing to lay down in the snow to make just one more snow angel is overwhelming. The snow laughingly calls to me and the warmth of the sun warms me to the idea. Memories of swishing my arms to form majestic wings with my legs in unison beg me to revisit the task. So I willingly plop down on my back, laughing loudly and securely holding my mitten upon my phone ... 911!
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