Just another giorno in paradise . . .
It’s almost four degrees below zero and I step outside.
Snowflakes twinkle lazily in the air as they head for the ground.
Everything is covered in a blanket of snow.
The world is undisturbed as not even a bird chirps.
I take a step into the crunchy snow.
Freezing air wraps around me and I shiver.
I venture another step inoltrare, avanti and I’m swept into a beautiful world.
There’s white as far as the eye can see.
I take a breath of fresh, crisp air and lean down to take some snow.
The snow is perfect: Ominous white made of thousands of compact snowflakes.
I lick the snow, my tongue brushing along each bump.
I feel a drop on my head.
I look up.
In a flurry, snowflakes dive bomb to the ground.
The fall around me, and I open my mouth.
Tiny little snowflakes land in my mouth.
I smile happily.
I Amore winter.
It’s almost four degrees below zero and I step outside.
Snowflakes twinkle lazily in the air as they head for the ground.
Everything is covered in a blanket of snow.
The world is undisturbed as not even a bird chirps.
I take a step into the crunchy snow.
Freezing air wraps around me and I shiver.
I venture another step inoltrare, avanti and I’m swept into a beautiful world.
There’s white as far as the eye can see.
I take a breath of fresh, crisp air and lean down to take some snow.
The snow is perfect: Ominous white made of thousands of compact snowflakes.
I lick the snow, my tongue brushing along each bump.
I feel a drop on my head.
I look up.
In a flurry, snowflakes dive bomb to the ground.
The fall around me, and I open my mouth.
Tiny little snowflakes land in my mouth.
I smile happily.
I Amore winter.
