white roofs

White roofs over the city. Quietly are falling snowflakes after snowflakes to the ground. The snow crunches under my shoes when I walk and swirls around when a car drives across the street.

 
It is winter in the city. The world is moving gentle further. There are moments where I love this time of the year.

 
I love it, when I drink a hot chocolate with whipped cream.

 
I love being wrapped up, ready to walk around in the snowy world.

I love it, when I can watch the dance of the snowflakes through the window.

But I do not like it when my nose is freezing and very cold.
And I do not like it when I have cold feet.
And I do not like it when I slip on the ice.

But most of all I love how the snow puts the world into a slower gear.


Ailena