Do you remember when you were child and how you looked at the falling snow with wonder? Just looking up at the tiny white pieces that endlessly keep falling and marvel their magic. Do you remember being utterly absorbed and just having them land on your tongue, just because you can? How magical for some reason that felt ?! Or reaching out your hands to catch snow flakes and then explore at their crystals, stare studiously at them and see endless beauty and magic. How pretty they were just glistening in your hand!
Do you remember the urge to touch the snow on the ground and with your own two hands to make a snow ball? …or perhaps make a snow angel? How alive it felt?
When did we let go of that marvelous wonder? Some things one should never release from their soul….
Blame it on Twilght... 