Ava treaded heavily in the thick blanket of white snow. It sparkled, it crunched, and it did not melt. It was a foundation in its own right and covered everything in its fall. It was brilliant as it dazzled beneath the sun and the piercing blue skies.
He was a genius - the man who made the snow - he was an absolute genius.
Who else would have thought of it or know exactly how it formed and how it could be constructed?
He was the only one, in the whole planet earth and the skies above.
The only Einstein, and far beyond it.
It was like iced love and even ice-love is still love.
It looked like the stars had fallen out of the sky and sprinkled themselves across the white froth... it twinkled and shone at all angles.
The deer, the fox, wellie prints and others... ran their necessary courses across it.
And still it fell.
It draped every crevice, branch, house and path. Everybody HAD to stop and wait. They HAD to stop their usual activities and think. They looked around, she looked around, investigated it, tried it, tasted it, tested it... and oh it was very, very good.
The man who made the snow was certainly in charge. The country stood still and they waited and they looked, at what he had made them. It was for them.
A secret place in the snow, surrounded by thinning branches and trees planted in a circle... invited one in to reveal the true delicacies of the soft snow. Here, the shone sun through the twigs and the stars still sparkled on the white floor-bed. The secrets of the snow... is that, how much the man who made the snow really meant when he created this show, and how much, we will probably never know.
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