Snow

Blanketed. My world is blanked in cool, pure flakes. It is so very beautiful, breathtaking even.
And so quiet, so perfectly quiet, I mean I can still hear the cars go by in the street, but they're less noticeable than usual. Muffled.
I feel bad for disturbing it y'know? But I just had to walk across it. Feel it crunch beneath my feet. It melts on contact with the heat of my skin and I feel it trickling gently down my ankles to the tops of my feet.
The sky is a deep ochre, a cloud cover has spread itself thickly above us and reflects the lights from the city, making it seem like it's a muggy midday outside.

So quiet. Everything is oh, so quiet.