It’s a heavy snow day in the city of Toronto today. The pure and symmetrical white feathers have carpeted the entire city. I remembered seeing real snow in person for the first time. It was in the year of 2000. A few white feathers gently fell from the sky, outside of my classroom windows, intrigued my curiosity to the extreme. They were beautiful and magical.
Isn’t the first time of anything always filled with magic and beauty?
