With the first snowfall, the girl went to a nearby forest to make a wish.
She did this every year.
She said the first snowfall brought magic with it.
After her wish was made, she’d close her eyes and listen.
She’d listen to the ancient stories the snowflakes had to tell.
No matter when and where,
they always had some wisdom to share.
Something I’ve noticed about the first snowfall of the season: it brings a special kind of magic with it.
I’ve observed how most people’s faces brighten up with a beaming smile upon seeing the first snowflakes descend from the sky.
Regardless of how big a frown they were wearing.
Even if for a mere moment only, a childlike innocence – originating from the depths of their souls – takes the lead.
And, for a fraction of a moment, their inner child can escape its cage and come out and play.
May we allow our inner child to play freely with all the snowflakes and beyond.
Good night everyone and pleasant dreams!