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Snow

I live in a hilly area in England, which is never prettier than when covered in snow. The snow muffles the usual sounds of daily life, making the air strangely still. I find myself in a pristine landscape, where I am the first one to leave tracks.

 

And then I get on a path that leads to a supreme sledging hill. The hushed quiet is broken with the swelling noise of all the people and dogs come out to play.

 

 

Later, I bring my feet back to life on the floor heating and pour myself a Tripel Karmeliet beer.