Winter in the city is a peculiar thing. We had our first snow last Wednesday. By today, much of it is already melted. That's not the peculiarity, that's just Colorado. The peculiar thing is that snow just doesn't quite have the magic it once did. There's a very small window in which snow remains magical, before it becomes black and grey and more slush than anything. This is one of those moments, when you believe in the magic of winter, when the wall of white is something worth stopping for. I hope winter doesn't keep you down, cause I know it's trying to.
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