Was walking in the snow today on my way to lunch. It wasn't as cold as I thought it would be, but then again it was snowing and it's never as cold as you think it is when it snows. Being enveloped in a powder of white that you can dust off your scarf, your coat and your hair is definitely one of my favourite all-time memories, the type that sticks when you remember everything that is beautiful about life that comes for free.
There was a moment there as I reached the glass door at my destination that I glanced upwards to look for the handle, and realized that there were snowflakes on my eyelashes. I see now why it's one of the "favourite things".
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