Snow

I sit and look out my window.
A blanket is falling down from the sky.
It's white, and soft, and beautiful.
Once I used to look at it with disgust,
cursing it's existence over and over again.
Now, I cannot help but smile.
And welcome it with open arms.
Everything gets softer, quieter, calmer.
What once was dark, is now light.
What once was grey, is now white.
It's magic.