Snow Magic

A white crispy carpet stretches out over the landscape. Houses which were relatively dull before, now wear their new coat with proud. They make part of the magic. The snow magic.

Snowflakes falling down, seducing you with their shiny, flickering parts. It's almost a shame to break the silence with your enthusiastic footsteps.
But still, you try. You come outside in your coat, making your way through the whiteness. If you blend in without talking, you can hear the snow crackling under your feet.

 Suddenly there are no sidewalks or bicycle tracks anymore. Just one white and shiny invitation...

Snow isn't always that magic. But in my case, after three or four years without snow, it's like living in a frosty tale. You want to stick your tongue out and taste the snow like a little child. Come on, taste it!

By day after a while, the carpet gets smothered by people attempting to act as if nothing has changed. Cars try to crawl their way up through the snow, fighting the snow but losing speed.
After a while, white snow turns into grey packs of icy water.

But at night, the frosty fairy tale comes alive and kicking. Just look very closely.