First there’s nothing in the cold, dark sky. Hollow wind. Distant traffic. Blowing clouds, low to the hills, lit eery red in city’s glow.
Tree branches clink, together, apart. Leaves rustle. Then, all is still.
A prick of fire on your cheek.
A feather on an eyelash.
Turn on the light! Turn it on! Let’s look!
Snow. The first snow is falling.
Crystals from heaven, first cotton flakes, hesitantly whisping to the ground. Disappearing in a moment. Then the skies open. The world’s a snowglobe. Thousands of fluffy flakes dance around you, alighting on your hair, clinging to your lashes, melting on your tongue.