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People have often described to me this feeling that they have upon seeing freshly fallen snow where they have this deep urge to run out and trample all over it in some way to disturb the perfect, pristine nature of it, but um, I personally have never experienced this, when I suppose you could call it a form of the imp of the perverse,

that other people have described to me.

In fact, my feelings are often quite the opposite

in the few times that I've beheld a vast plain of freshly fallen, untouched snow in front of me.

Perhaps if I happen to have been lucky enough to be going on a country walk on the morning of heavy snowfall.

I would intentionally try not to disturb the snow in any way I could walk on the path where the snow in any way I could walk on a path where the snow had not fallen or try and walk

myself around the edges of a field rather than trample my footsteps right across it.

And that's not because I have any personal aversion to snow. In fact, one of my most favourite feelings

and one of my most favourite sensations sounds in life is crunching over softly fallen snow. You can hear that

crunching, compacting noise across steady footsteps along fall and snow. As much as I enjoy that and certainly do treat

myself to it occasionally. In a snowy place, there is something too beautiful about the way snow falls over a landscape.

And not just across wide fields, but the way it layers itself over the top of anything, over the branches of trees,

and the way that sometimes it will almost cup itself on top of a leaf that is drooping downwards, heavy with the weight

of this powdery snow, though it doesn't fall off in a way that seems to defy explanation, the way it lands softly on top of hand railings, for example,

all in a long, neat line.

I think that's truly beautiful

in a way that I can't really put my finger on.

It could be something to do with the way it almost holds a mirror to the things in the environment it's like the snow

falls down as a creature and cuddles up to all of the things that it finds as it lands on the ground

and in some way makes them cozier it makes them cosier. It makes them feel less imposing in a way.

It can take any landscape and, with this scattering of chilly white powder will make everything feel a bit more approachable. Does that make

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