Snowfall

 The snow comes down in big flakes

Wet, but puffy

Pleasing and cold

Landing on my nose

My cheeks

My eyelashes.

It is officially winter.

The giddiness that comes with the first snowfall

Of dancing around in circles yelling "SNOWWW!" and scaring your teachers

Of hats and gloves and winter coats and boots and snowy doormats

Desperate penguin huddles on the playground in an attempt to preserve heat

"I'm cold!"s and "Brr!"s and "Let's build a snowman!"s.

December marks the start of many things;

Trimester 2 (more schoolwork, yuck)

Concerts (yay)

Performances (scary)

Holiday music (which I'm tired of already)

And snow.

The cold

White

Perfect

Snow.

Frigid and freezing and beautiful

Blanketing everything in a carpet of serenity.

A peaceful calm

But I feel tension hovering behind the beauty.

I feel suspense

Waiting for the blizzards

Or perhaps the sun, melting off the white

Anything that could ruin the perfect canvas of silent, 

Still,

Unmoveable,

Winter.

Behold: The power of the first snowfall.