There’s a particular nostalgic magic to the morning after a snowstorm. The world hasn’t dirtied yet; the trees and houses and walks and fields are blanketed in pure white. And the sky is a pure, cloudless blue that seems significantly brighter since it’s shining in contrast to the showing gloom that filled yesterday. The sunlight seems sharper, reflected everywhere by untouched snow.
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