Winter Solstice

The glistening snow under the moonlight was completely magical. The millions of delicate snow crystals twinkled like stars in the sky, and the pristine, untouched blanket of white glimmered like a rare, but extraordinary oddity. It resembled an entirely different world, one in which only few are permitted to enter.

And I was allowed.

This moment, this parallel universe, where our entire existence was merely brought to a standstill while Pup and I explored the precious sparkling snow, was completely and utterly ethereal.

It was rare. It was unique. It was brilliant. And I hope to never forget the beauty and simplicity of this ephemeral night.