I want it become very cold: so cold that the air itself feels different - - - crisper, fresher, sharper. The kind of cold that slices through; your extremities feeling like lit birthday cake candles. Invigorating, exhilarating - - - the senses stimulated and enlivened.
And then, I want it to snow. Dry huge flakes descending from above. Feathering and then blanketing the earth like icing sugar on a freshly baked cake. Not just a dusting though but rather a luxurious canopy covering trees, shrubs, rooftops and lawns.
I want it to snow.
