Winter

As the Earth spins, we see the seasons. One of the four is special. For instead of rain or sun or shine, we see the snow. As it lazily drifts down from the heavens; we admire it from the window; over by the fire place. As it lightly covers the world in it's cold, fluffy embrace as it seals the world in a sugar coating, until the earth spins on again, and again, and again.