The First Snow Fall

The first snow of the season began to fall as I stepped out into the crisp night air. Soft flakes drifted lazily down, catching the streetlights and shimmering like tiny stars. I stood still, letting the snowflakes land on my face and hands, their cold touch sharp yet gentle.

An older woman walking her dog stopped nearby and smiled. “First snow has a magic all its own,” she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “It reminds us to savor the fleeting moments, to live fully in them before they melt away.”

Her dog tugged at the leash, eager to continue, but she lingered a moment longer. “Winter asks us to slow down, to notice the world changing around us,” she added before bidding me goodnight.

As I watched her walk away, her words stayed with me. The snowflakes, each unique and ephemeral, seemed to echo her sentiment—a gentle nudge from nature to embrace the present before it, too, melts away.