The SOUNDS of SNOW
#317 When you can hear it snowing
When the white sky splits and the big flakes fall there’s a certain peaceful calm that covers everything like a blanket. Floating flurries flutter and fly past dull yellow streetlamps before covering coats and cars in a thin layer of icing. Whistling winds fade to whispers and street beeps get muffled into the slowed-down scene in front of you.
Yes, when snowflakes blow those brake lights glow and everything slows into ... AWESOME!
Positive words when considering the foul weather that is beating down on the USA . But very poetic indeed. There is an expresion in English that you can look up: POETIC JUSTICE. Sounds like an OXYMORON or is it? Or is it irony?
Suzanne
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