This morning, just two days after Thanksgiving, I woke up and climbed down the ladder of my bunk bed. I walked over to the window in the dark room and peeked through the blinds and was very, very pleasantly astonished. Fluffy white clumps that looked like tiny little clouds were slowly drifting to the ground. I felt a wave of excitement rush over me, for, though I saw it on the ground in Cleveland at the beginning of the month, I didn't actually see the snow fall then.
This time it was the real deal! The first Beaver snowfall of winter!
It was so beautiful. I've been noticing something for a while now, and when I went outside today I noticed it yet again. Some way, I don't know how, when you stand outside in the snow, the world seems so much quieter, even more peaceful, and the silence sounds louder as long as the flakes are falling. Maybe that's why a winter wonderland seems so magical and mysterious. What do you think?
The snow didn't stick, but it was really cool to see it. Winter is beginning!
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