Snow. I love snow... When it's newly-fallen, and there are no footprints, everything is equal. There is no better or worse, no good or evil, no nothing except cleanliness. Underneath, there is harshness and hardness, but underneath there is also astonishing beauty. We all must succumb to the dangers and the bliss of variety, but for now, let us breath in deep, one long slow breath, and take a piece of this crisp, sharp, magical whiteness with us within us to remember the time before the fawn trampled, the squirrel dug up, and the sun of the Twin God's melted what was too pure for our humble eyes.