Snow: angels molting feathers as a way to try and bring a small amount of purity to a sick whorl full of darkness and suffering. as soon as one of the pure feathers touches the unsure skin it melts, and only every once in a while with the right conditions there may be a build up of the precious feathers, bringing happiness to many little ones and an excuse to rest from day to day work and sameness of work for the older folks
snow:the devilish cold that kills in the night. the homeless will suffer, freeze and die in the long night ahead. and only to be found under the shimmery vixen that is a snow mound. the grayish blue bodies huddle for warmth grasping at life that seem so far away while a tear re mails solid on the face of regret still keeping the foolish pride that didn't long for help from a homeless shelter
