Pulling from another writing prompt tonight because I'm feeling uninspired...
Outside the window, the wind whips cold. Crystals fall from the sky, icy and sparkling as they pile one by one.
The sky is dark and the tree branches hang low.
And the flakes drift to the ground, large flakes that stick to your lashes and melt on your tongue.
My footprints are covered.
The purity of the new fallen snow is pristine, but tomorrow or the next day it will be muddy.
It reminds me of sin...
muddy and mirey, taking the innocence and making it an ugly mess.
But tonight, it's white and sparkling, full of light.
And I'm thankful that His love can wash me white as well.
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