Softly, as if gravity didn't exist.
I have always loved snow. And I don't mean the kinda love that only lasts the first few snows of the year. I would be completely elated if it snowed everyday. Snow is enchanting. It softens the world and covers it with a gentle purity. So it was to my uncontainable joy to walk back from class this morning in the snow. I took the long way. I zig-zagged across the sidewalk trying to catch the especially big flakes in my hands. (People looked at me like I was a freshman).
My heart is just so full.
I will never get tired of snow.