It's snowing gently

No such bliss as the first trembling snowflakes searching their way to the ground, like nature is experiancing it's very first kiss from the sky all over again. Not with the passion of lovers seperated and brought back together but with the unspoken promises with a shared future. Hesitant flurries, tentative and careful, almost as if they won't want to touch the ground until they've danced the whole way down.

Dance flurries, dance while I try to catch you on my tounge and mourn your death when you melt from my warmth.