Sprinkles of snow

“The snow slowly falls, everywhere though, sprinkling small sparkles of dusty looking particles all around and everywhere, not one place uncovered by this phenomena of winter“ Gun Roswell

Sprinkles of snow

The weather playing tricks on the onlooker, standing safely in the window looking outside from the comfort of the warm inside as the soft white flakes prancing and dancing about in the cold of the winter’s air, looking like small fairies bouncing back and forth, before they settle gently onto the surfaces they have chosen as their resting place.

None of the creations of nature safe from the snow filled cheer, as the plot thickens while the flakes keep on playing their game of song and dance, before taking their place in the world wide blanket of white, making the onlooker smile as the outcome of this play displayed from the large window’s view, is quite pretty and cool.

As there is no rush to go outside, even if the newly formed cover would so like, either walking or skiing or perhaps a snow angel to be making, still, the onlooker remains inside, as it is actually, despite being pretty, way too cold and crispy, to even consider the odd stroll out there. So for now, the spectacle will be, looked at but not touched, at least, for now.