Today it's snowing a lot here. The snow has the power to cover the edges of the
world, hiding the difference between every little part of it, so that everything
seems to belong to a bigger muffled composition. The snow steals every sound. I
can hear the soft sound of my step while walking along the mountain path. The
short sound of my shoe that crushes the fresh snow before disappearing quickly
into this silent snowy moment. My body is cold, but my heart is melting in front
of this lovely sight. I love to smell the fresh air looking at the candid
branches of the trees. Every single being of the wood seems to be waiting for
something that has yet to happen. A change maybe. A silent change, because
there's no need to make noise to change, look at the snow. This is not normal, everyday English. But it is beautiful poetry.