Beauty in the night

Somewhere, north of where I sit, it's snowing. Elegant crystals of ice fall gently from the sky, changing the landscape from green, brown, and the oatmeal of concrete, to a sea of gentle white. The flakes are lit by the orange glow of the city. Footsteps crease pure snow, leaving an impression soon to be covered by more elegance. Whiffs of warm breaths meet the cold night air. Eyes, still new to the world, take in the wonder and the glory of this newfound thing. Landscapes change, fleetingly, yet beautifully. The silence in which the flakes is golden, calm, soothing. A fleeting moment of peace.

Here where I sit, the sky is clear, with stars dancing in the dark. The air is still, peaceful as the air filled with snow.