Nightime Snow.

The snow that glitters the second the sun comes up. The quiet. The silence. The untouched. No tracks of those who have walked before me. Only mine can be seen. The world belongs to me. The white can be gathered in my arms forever. Then the sun rises fully from the ground and the white is suddenly blinding. The world awakens and instantly feels to big. And nothing is mine. Selfishness must be given up again. The cruelty of the way the world must go on.