Snow falls to cover the ground with a pristine blanket of white. Animals leave their tracks, forming hodgepodge trails from which they came, to where they go. The snow weighs heavily on the boughs of firs and pines, burdening their branches. Cardinals and Blue Jays swoop in and out of evergreens, chasing each other over the drifts. Children skate on an icy pond and build snowmen, and make snow angels, and make barricade walls to guard against the onslaught of snowballs. Their laughter rings through the air as they toboggan down a wintry slope. Wood smoke scents the air as it curls through the top of the chimney to get lost in the brisk breeze, wafting to the tips of the trees. The smell of hot cocoa tantalizes the senses as you race in to warm your numbed fingers and toes by the fire. The air is hush and still as evening falls across the frozen land. Winter has arrived~Birth sign: Cancer
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