Snow

I see the snow fall every year, crisp, white, and clean. On some days, it comes down lightly, sprinkling the lights from the streetlamps onto the ground, glittering when you turn your head. On others, the sky is grey and the snow falls heavily, obscuring your sight in a thick veil, and the landscape is suddenly a snow-desert complete with dunes and fantastic, heaping snowdrifts. The world is temporarily beautiful. And then, some car comes by, splashing black slush everywhere, and the smooth snow is marred. Soon enough, the snow will lose its magic, and the winter return to dreariness.

Cross posted to 100_words .