Dance Inside.

[TiaLynn]

White. Everything around her was buried in white, the trees, the ground, the rooftops, and even her a little bit. The snow blew about, dancing in the wind. It buried itself into her beautiful blonde curls and tickled her face. She smiled. Her smile was as white as the snow and shone brightly. She looked so relaxed, so happy, so pure. The girl twirled once, and loose snow flew her gracefully, she looked like an angel. It was now time for me to go, and I did. I felt it a shame a shame today that people dance inside, instead of outside, like that snow angel I saw today.