By vmihalache on Skatehive
BIn the dawn i go tto the window to open it to let in the fresh winter air.Surprise..it snows so beatifull with white and fluffy flakes like butterflies. Or little unreal angels imagined by my mind. Why does the first of every year have the power to impress us so mush..Because in the soul of every man remaind the purity of a child who sincerely and naively enjoyed what nature and God gave him.The immaculate white of the snow that covers everything seems to show that everything is unreal ,pure,divine as if our souls and brains were cleansed of gray thoughts, of hard words said and unsaid , of ireproachable deeds,... and looking to be better and purer people at heart like a pure swow. Everyone must admit that it is so...The idea comes to you to dress thicly and go out to make snowballs like in your childhood.. and you remember with nostalgia how you used the sledge on the sled, if you were braveror you start throwing snowballs enjoying the snow until late at night. Receving snow as a div