Fluttering was the snow, spiraling silently and lazily in the chill. Drifting to rest on rooftops and accenting passerby with its white wonder, stars still managed to peek through the semi translucent clouds above. The silver lighting of the moon shone in slivers, illuminating the night ground with sparkling snow enough to take one’s breath away from the beauty.
The small cloud of your breath puffs in front of your face rhythmically, chin buried in a scarf and gloved hands shoved into jacket pockets. Footprints, evident of your walk, slowly fills with snow as your gaze remains skyward, eyes taking in the powdered covered attraction. Small pods, big enough to seat 4 people in each, rest against the black gray sky, the beams of the wheel reflecting the moonlight, painting the area in a dull silver sheen.
You exhale, cheeks flushing as a slight wind caresses, catching stray strands of hair to tickle against your fo