All that glitters might be snow

Today was a clear day but it was a bit windy and while I was walking down the street the accumulated snow from days gone by was blowing all around. The sun, reflecting off the snow, was making it look like glitter. It literally looked like someone had dumped a huge vial of glitter 500 feet above Minneapolis and it was making it's way down slowly through the atmosphere. The tiny ice flakes talking and laughing and carrying on before lingering and hovering above the ground. Finally turning into cold dust, they would cover the frozen earth. The ground looked like the floor of an unruly art class, glitter everywhere. It was beautiful and magical and made my trip to the grocery store more than a little surreal. Time slowed, thoughts disappeared and my steps became romantic notions. Without a fireplace in sight I had suddenly found myself in the warmth of a fairytale.