The snow sprinkled down from the sky like white dust. It sprayed down in slow hypnotic swirls and danced its way towards the ground. Then everything was coated in a white layer of ice; the ground, cars, and trees.
Some of the trees had shed their leaves for the winter. They were dry, naked stalks. They were sad that the harsh winter had stripped them bare. But the snow dressed them up in creamy coats, and they looked like guys about to out partying.
The other trees that were still green joined in the fun. They splattered white mascara on their eyes, and strapped belle belts round their waists until they were voluptuous. Then they winked, twirled their waists and seduced the guys out for a dance.
They danced all night long in the snow; as the flakes flittered on like tambourines; as ice shimmered like disco balls. They held each other in the waists, and flipped one another across the carpet of snow.
But they were not alone in the fun. The cars had all painted their faces. The cream covered their eyes, lips and noses. Then their lights licked the sweet cream off their faces.
“Hummm, delicioso!” they said. The large, manly 4x4s looked liked like stags, with white bushy furs. They showed off their fluffy chests, and the smaller cars giggled. And soon they too were immersed in the music of the night.
I was sitting down in the living, looking out through the window. I saw snowflakes lingering in front of my window; dancing and twirling round and round like ballerinas, before taking a soft dive to the ground.
“Wee!” they seemed to say. “Look at us!” but no soon had I looked had they fallen off to pile up onto the soft layer of snow.
Oh! Everything was so belle! Light made the snow shine. And that pure white hue made my heart dance with joy! Oh, snow my eyes will dance this dance forever!