Snow

The transformation of snow. It feels like a joyful revolution -
opening the curtains in the morning to find the dull world
has been transformed into a white wonderland . The black
trees and bushes delicate with lace. All the old objects of
prosaic reality blanketed out with snow.

Everything has been made different and there is nothing
anyone can do about it. The powers that be are powerless

And what makes walking on new snow so satisfying? The
clump and click as it compresses under every tread. The
pleasure of having made the first track of footprints in the
pure white.