Suspended in Air
It is snow Beautiful Crystals Frozen in motion It is snow Okay that actually might be defined as ice I didn't grow up with snow. Whenever we happened to visit our grandparents over the winter months, we would say: "I hope it snows!" Grandmother would say to us: "Don't say that too loudly, nobody else wants it to snow yet." Snow is magical. One moment the whole scenery is a mix of greens, browns, reds, blacks, and blues, then suddenly it is all white. There is a bit of color here and there, but the majority is white. It is like the land has been turned into a magical land. In the snow, you get to see secrets that you may not have noticed as easily. As I walked along the road, I saw deer tracks that had run from one forest entrance to the other. There were dog tracks and shoe tracks. Who would have known that a person had decided to walk their dog that morning, except that the snow recorded their history. I even saw some bird tracks. They hopped here and the...