In honor of the impending sparkling doom:
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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