Smiles from above

They fall from the sky smiling. They dance in the light, making what is invisible reality. They kiss my cheeks with wet cold kisses, but I can’t help smiling. They are childish and bring an innocence and playfulness to a world that lacks both.
If they are lucky the ground is cold when they lay down and they linger for a little longer covering the ground in a soft blanket.
Snow is childish and powerful in the most happy way one could imagine. It makes streets into playgrounds and hills into slides. It provides a free toy for building bearded men and invisible angels. It becomes a weapon in a war where no one is killed and where laughter is heard.
I love snow it makes everything quiet it makes the everyday magical.
I love snow…