The snow was soft. Falling silently on the ground, covering everything in white. It had been cold the past week and it rained heavily the week before, but finally, winter had reached its pinnacle of expectations. The snow started late at night; lovers could enjoy the warmth together and stare at the sparkling white, children would wake up in the morning with school canceled and eagerness in their eyes. But now is not that time. Now, it is silent, calm. Nothing moves, nothing squeaks, nothing prowls, nothing thinks. The world was put to sleep by nature’s soft lullaby. Some places are too hot to get snow, some places are so cold it snows constantly. Some snow is pretty and some is good for packing and building. Here, the snow only falls in the winter and it brings everyone’s morale up. The snow is soft and powdery and almost too perfect to mess up, but people still do it anyway. The sun rises and snow is pushed and packed and blown and thrown. The sun’s in the middle of the sky and snowmen and snow angels are in almost every front yard. The sun’s setting and families are inside, warm and curled up together Throughout the night, the snow falls again, much to the children’s delight. It seems the Earth will sleep just a little longer.