Beautiful snow.

I walked through the dark and cold January night, late last night or maybe early this morning. Heading home, towards the warmth of my bed. The snow was falling over Copenhagen. Heavy, beautiful snow was covering every part of the city. Real snow, the beautiful kind. The kind of snowing that appears when it is really cold. Big, dry, snowflakes where falling, so many that they are covering the whole sky when you are looking up. The intensity of the falling is great, but the flakes seems to hoover more than actually fall. And the snowflakes land on the ground, on you, but not with the sticky wetness that they have when it is around 0 degrees. In the great cold they are almost dry, they are like feathers falling through the sky. And it is beautiful. And to be part of that beautiful makes me feel full of grace, and always makes me smile.