For the second or third time, actually, since I've played with snow somewhere in the vague roots of my memory. The crunch against my rain boots, numb fingers and toes, perfectly shaved snow balls, I had forgotten the whole experience.
Seeing it in person isn't the same as going on Google Images. Online may find more pure and untouched nature, but in-person, it's pure in your heart. The trees. White trees, white sky, white window panes. Magical.
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