Blanket of Serenity

For me, the world becomes a haven of peace after a heavy snow.  There is nothing quite so serene; its hush warms you as your cheeks tingle. If you listen carefully, you can hear the snow; inhale and its scent fills you. And if there is no-one else about, it is the most serene time to be outside.

When she awoke that morning her world had transformed.

A silent sentinel, he watches over the snow covered forest.

The forest stretched before her, inviting, smelling of snow, silent and still.

Under its blanket of snow, the village lies hushed.

She pauses at the crossroads to sense which way to go and becomes caught in the utter beauty for one serene moment.

The welcome glow of a friendly kitchen window seems to add to the serenity of deep winter twilight.

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