Most of the time, stepping outside is like stepping into a freezer (even the freezer's probably not that cold).

And sometimes, it snows just a little. No wind, just little snowflakes falling gently from the sky. 

 I feel like Winona Ryder in Edward Scissorhands, with that beautiful, grand music playing around me. 

 So, so beautiful.




After that breathtaking moment, I carry on walking. 
And cursing the cold.
  

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