A Breathtaking View
As I look outside my window, salty tears gushing down my face, I notice something.
I watch as the virgin snow plummets into a pile of melting ice, resting its head against the bruised, blemished street as it embraces the timid but warm atmosphere. I watch as the snow engulfs the thick, once-naked trees in a reflective variation of white, and I watch as it dances in a choreographed waltz along the branches before settling between the wood’s gashes.
The view is breathtaking.