They say when it snows that the world stops spinning for maybe just a second, that maybe all life took a small breath and paused to look outside from their dream like world into reality.
Is this true? Is this a fact?
Do we all really stop to look out our windows for a faint glance at the cold icy flakes drifting down to petal the ground in a vast white sea? As we take one small breath a foggy cloud materializes from our lips drifting into the air.
Little do we know that once this winter havoc has been released that it will soon come to a personal demise.
But don't worry,the frosty season will return once again to wreak destruction to our mentality and imagination once more. Catching our eyes to its flawless design.
About the Creator
Mythos Redacted
| Poetry, Fantasy, Mystery Suspense, & Romance Writer |



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