By Brian Espinosa
The snow falling so delicately from the gray sky, as if planned so precisely on where and when it would land on the ground. At first, everything is powdered with a fine coat of snow. But, little by little, the layers grow. It seems endless as if the world is going to be buried under snow. But even through all the cold and wind, life continues. A little rose, red as blood begins to bloom, though weakly at first. It ushers in the call that change is approaching. Animals will soon come out of their long hibernation. Children, imprisoned in their homes by the piercing cold and the perpetual snowfall, will soon be able to play and run around in the park. Then, all the layers of snow, collected over the long winter, will finally shed. And a new season will finally come: Spring.
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