I walked out the door, swaddled in warmth.
I looked up and laugh.
The snow danced and whirled around.
Running towards the white wall of beauty, I jumped in.
The snowstorm was beautiful.
I felt the cold pillow melt in my face;
I felt the cold pillow form to cradle my head.
Flipping around so my back was in the snow, I made an angel.
Snow angels was all I made that day.
Snow flakes gently kissed my face and coated my hair as well.
My eyes glinted with joy, for nature's winter gift had came.
That day, that snowstorm, was beautiful.
