I love the way snow falls when its light and fluffy, like petals of white roses lightly falling to the earth. Nothing makes me happier or calmer. Sparkling as it dances in the wind, like stars too far off in the distance. It’s as if I’m in a happy movie that perfectly idealizes life. Fall white snow, fall. You are beautiful and meaningless; a perfect romantic existence. Keep falling before the ground stops you and turns you dirty and brown; tarnished by the acts of unthinking, unknowing, yuppies, whose hearts are not capable of being moved by your beauty. Don’t let the sun melt you and make you lose your shape. You are perfect as you are, and as you are, you will stay in my memory.