Snow Angels

There's something about waking up to snow, its resolute silence perhaps, the stillness of grey over sky scrapers, the elegance of a city dressed in white, that after six years of having seen it for the first time, still makes me swoon like a first kiss. There's something about your kiss first thing in the morning, breathing you in before waking the day, that not even a lifetime of morning romances and snow petals on windowsills can ripen.