The thumbnail image looks like stone steps winding up a white snow-covered hill that is shrouded in a blanket of fog...
Fantastic pairing with the post title. The combination tells a story on its own that is quite unrelated to the words on the page.
(edit: or perhaps the words on the page and the story told by the path up the snow-covered, fog-shrouded hill are more related than I realized...)
I wish it were snowing. Even if I have chills
Snowfall is very relaxing. It is also inspiring. Following individual flakes as they travel to their destination where they encounter more of their ilk. An army of white quickly amassing to seal over the decay left by autumn in a pristine, white landscape. Places of shadow brightened. Harsh sounds dampened. Hard edges made softer. One flake at a time.
I'm not sure if I'm in delirium, or had an acid flashback, but I appreciated this
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