There’s something so magical about the first snowfall. Somehow it always transports you back to that awestruck feeling you had when you were young. It makes sense though if you think about it. Snow covers everything, masks all the flaws, makes everything sparkle. If it’s perfect looking on the outside then what’s underneath must be the same, right? Like I said it makes sense, we’re always drawn to flawlessness, or at least flawless-seeming things. It’s most likely a facade, but it’s easy just to pretend it’s real.
