dusted and damp
I love snowy nights.
If only for a span of a few hours, the world slows down.
The snow catches the shining of the moon, reflecting its light back from where it came. The color of the ground blends almost seamlessly into the sky, and I feel enclosed in a sphere of softly-glowing gray. I can't help but feel especially safe.
Other nights the world is big, but tonight it is small.
I stand on the balcony, dusted and damp.
I take a deep breath and rest in the quiet.