It is the first day of spring. You can hear the bird singing their first song, your garden has sprung beautifully, the garden is full of color, the flower has given their finest color, red, yellow and full of cherry-blossom. The sun gives its warmest ray, it brings out the vibrant color from your garden. The sky is clear blue, you see no clouds in presence. „Ah what a beautiful day!“ you say.
But you start seeing the wind changes its pace. From the horizon, you see the clouds are coming to your way. Slowly snowflakes start falling from the sky. Suddenly the weather is changing.
The snow is drifting, following the rhythm of the wind, back and forth, falling softly, slowly covering your garden. You see the snow, whether it’s big or small. The only thing that’s a matter that it is beautiful. They are dancing in the air, gracefully, inviting you to play with it in your garden.
…In no time, you’ll see the garden will turning white, they are covering your garden, they are hugging your garden, so tightly. They turn your garden into the white spacious canvas. What you’ll see is all white, but you don’t see it as boring nor dull, on the contrary, you feel calm alas you find serenity by just looking at it. The snow has been transforming your garden into a winter wonderland of your own. Yours and only your wonderland in the backyard of your humble house. They are beautiful, they are white and pure.
I know you want to play with them, it is so alluring to see a beautiful white garden without any footprints and so on. You want to play in your garden, you want to feel the snow and you want to embrace in the snow. So you grab your hat and your scarf, you put on your winter boots and you are rushing it outside. You cannot wait to roll around in the snow.
As you open the door to your garden, you feel the breeze of a cold wind but it doesn’t stop you at all. The breeze getting stronger as if it is warning you about the cold. Your cheeks are turning red from the kiss of the wind blows. Your nose is running, but you are excited like you were a child, who couldn’t wait to play with your new toy. Ahh, wonderful you think to yourself.
You start walking,
you can hear the sound of the fresh snow as you step on it. Beautiful. You start running around, step on the snow, leaving your footprints everywhere. You are rolling around in it, you make a snow angel.
Ah you feel so happy but then you start to get bored, so you decided to go back to your warm living room, but before you are entering your house, you are looking around your garden and you see, that surround you are no longer looks like a blank canvas, instead you see your garden turns into mess, full of your dirty footprints from your dirty winter boots. Oh, and you are realizing that you the sound you hear when you step into the snow is actually the sound of snowflakes cracking into pieces. Every time you stepped into it, thousands of snowflakes are broken. You realize now that your winter wonderland is not as beautiful as before, it is no longer a white, pure, beautiful garden, instead, it turns into a big canvas with lots of brown fleck in it. Dirty. Ugly and no longer attractive to you.
You are sad about it, but let me tell you what, you are not sad, you are not sorry about it because as soon as you are already in your warm living room, sipping your warm fragrant green tea, you will forget about your sorry. Well sometimes you will look back to your garden through your big window, you’ll stare down to your garden and you’ll regret things you’ve done, but then what’s the big deal, crying over spilled milk? So you’ll move on. There will be another snowy day soon or in the next winter.
The snow will always be there and forgotten, your garden will never be the same again. It is waiting patiently for the sun to shines, melt everything. It is waiting for the spring to sprung, so your garden will be beautiful again, filled with color, which the snow will never be.