First Snow (Micro-fiction)

  
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The earth is covered with snow pearls, and everything has disappeared beneath a pearlescent blanket. This snow is not of a fairyland, but is in no way less gratifying to the eyes.

I trudge along the snow-laden lawn–first prints on fresh snow. The snow reflects the fractals of life, awakens memories of things wonderful, and desires deep I never knew or dreamt of.

The snow is still falling in a profound silence, politely begging a place upon the earth’s bosom.

And as for me, I can hear its silence.