Snow

In honor of the impending sparkling doom:

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Do you want to know what the most pure form of living is?  It involves living where, for most of the year, you are enveloped by a blanket of white purity.  Cold?  Yes.  But there is a warmth about living in a version of “the great outdoors” where snow provides nature’s version of soundproofing.  Voices sound softer.  Traffic is muffled naturally (although usually in a place where snow stays pure and white, there isn’t much traffic to be heard).

Footsteps feel almost comforting when cushioned by a thick layer of snow – not the kind that melts and quickly and becomes slippery slush.  I mean the kind that gives a little and makes that sound of slow motion compaction. 

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