In a dream, I see the white snow covering the landscape. All is pristine and white, like a blank slate. The flakes can each be seen, an individual master piece carved to it's own design. I feel no chill from the cold, only peace and harmony. I walk barefoot into the white and realize that I left no mark. The snow felt soft beneath my feet, but I walked as light as air upon it. Then looking back, I saw no imprint. I looked around and saw that my clothing had become radiant white. I wondered for a moment what this meant, then a inner voice said that this is your story. The snowfall of heaven has wiped your slate clean and you may write your own verses. What you imagine will be so and what you do not wish will not be. I awoke from the dream and looked around and saw snow begin to fall. I realized that I had been to another world where all things are possible, but for now I must walk through this life in hopes of reaching my dream.