Mountain slopes clad in snow, plains and paths covered in snow, sloping roofs layered with snow, tall pine trees sprayed with snow, and fallen pine cones enveloped in snow. There’s a calm but eerie stillness and all over - an innocent and pure whiteness stretching as far as the eyes can see.
The street, the sidewalk, the children’s park - all covered by a white carpet. In the diffuse sunlight the whiteness does completely reflect. Little kids leave tiny footprints on the carpet of snow. They indulge in snowball fights from the top of the slide and below.
Red, blue, yellow, orange and green Snowsuits, mittens and caps are everywhere seen. Older children go sledging on the steep white slopes on colorful sledges dotting the snowy terrain. The air is fresh, crisp and cold Whiteness, whiteness everywhere; behold!
In the midst of all the fun and mirth Let’s thank Heaven for whitewashing the Earth.
Gita Ashok 9/10/2010, 3 pm
Every season is unique and has its own charm. Spring brings forth beautiful flowers, summer brings in bright sunshine, fall brings in its wake a splash of lovely colors and winter paints most parts of the earth in white. I miss the snow in the place where I live.