It looks like the white frozen ice in the freezer of my refrigerator. The one you could scrap by your hand and it would melt the moment it touched your warm hand leaving cold transparent water. Should I touch it? I had never seen so much of it in my life. It was so white. No other color, just white. Pure white. But isn’t white the combination of all colour? I had read that somewhere.
It looked so beautiful. Should I still touch it? And so much of it still falls from above. Should I remove my gloves. But it’s so cold. Maybe the cap. I can remove my cap. But again its so cold. But once just once, I can see how it feels. I could feel the coldness on my already balding head. No but its too cold.
Its making the ground so slippery and you can feel it when you walk. It makes a slight crackling sound when you walk on it. My footsteps can be seen on the white ground.
Ah! The feeling of leaving your footsteps behind.
I struggle to look up; right in the eye but the wind makes it harder. Its falling calmly without a care in the world. Its not creating havoc but gently trying to cover more ground as possible. The trees, the roads, the houses just looks like painted white. Everything covered by a white carpet.
I don’t know how to react. Do you carry an umbrella? It does not look that you need to carry an umbrella. The most remarkable thing about it is it covers the whole earth and is white. I finally understand the meaning of “As White as Snow”. My first experience of standing in snow.
Yes! Its snowing in Amsterdam