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When you come from snow

You understand the stillness. 

The creeping of the silent flurries -

Hitting the snow.

Piling up.

Pillowing up.

Silently,

Because snow doesn't need sound.

And the bright pure white

Reflects every speck of light

That comes into its view.

And if the clouds are still hanging low over the landscape they reflect the stars and the moon

And the world becomes lit up with all this reflected light

And being outside at night isn't scary.

It's like being in a room with a nightlight,

But the nightlight is bouncing off every white wall,

And maybe a mirror,

And the white of the carpet,

And curtains,

And sheets.

And you could hear someone coming from miles away

Because it's silent

And light

And sparkling.

11/11/2014

Riley Welch