Something that hasn't come in about a year now, but there is no rush.
It has a sense of causing slight difficulty in most lives.
Most find clarity, finding it amazing since it's not often seen most times.
I enjoy the softness it puts on my vision since I find the beauty in it.
At most times it causes some complications because it comes and goes when we least expect it.
But now, think of the snow in the form of a person, you see the blank color.
Look at the person next to you or across from you.
This person probably dislikes the thought of snow and it's coming.
Look now, see her/him smiling awkwardly as you gaze.
For me, she has clear skin, hazel eyes, and dirty blonde hair.
Her attention is on something else.
She has her own thoughts on snow and it forms and how it's made.
But really I only see her as a flower that doesn't want to be covered by anything.
What are her real thoughts?
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