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The gentleness of winter arrived, once more.

The snow, gently, glided down, towards the earth, to bring bouts of beauty and warmth, to all, who inhabited. The soft breeze, gently caressing the creatures, as they gently fell to sleep, ready to awaken the next spring.

Nia couldn't remember the last time something so normal, can be so precious. The way the breeze tickled her ears, flickering back and forth, eyes cast on the beauty of snowflakes.

Growing up, she vaguely remembers her first winter, but for some reason remembers calling them wintery stars.....snowy stars.....

There was so much beauty, packed into something so small, so fragile, that one couldn't dare to touch it, in fear of breaking it.

One star falls,

two stars fall,

And three

And more.....

So much....Nia couldn't help but feel something inside of her. Warming up, despite the coldness to it. A tear leaked in her eye, as she continued to gaze at the beautiful flakes, stars, falling upon her. As if she were to make a wish.

What wish could she make, for something as simple yet beautiful, as this? What was there to make, to enhance its beauty?

For beauty is all around her, in the trees, the stars, the warmth of the sun....

And these snowy stars......

For Nia, beauty is truly a winter wonderland.

......

Ahhh, another winter art, and just in time, for something festive.....

I adore making wintery art. There's always so much relaxation, that goes with it. To draw a soft gentle flake, gentle colours....

It makes me so peaceful. Winter makes anything cold. But for me, It keeps me warm.....

Such is the beauty of winter.

Nia and art © me

Description
The gentleness of winter arrived, once more.

The snow, gently, glided down, towards the earth, to bring bouts of beauty and warmth, to all, who inhabited. The soft breeze, gently caressing the creatures, as they gently fell to sleep, ready to awaken the next spring.

Nia couldn't remember the last time something so normal, can be so precious. The way the breeze tickled her ears, flickering back and forth, eyes cast on the beauty of snowflakes.

Growing up, she vaguely remembers her first winter, but for some reason remembers calling them wintery stars.....snowy stars.....

There was so much beauty, packed into something so small, so fragile, that one couldn't dare to touch it, in fear of breaking it.

One star falls,

two stars fall,

And three

And more.....

So much....Nia couldn't help but feel something inside of her. Warming up, despite the coldness to it. A tear leaked in her eye, as she continued to gaze at the beautiful flakes, stars, falling upon her. As if she were to make a wish.

What wish could she make, for something as simple yet beautiful, as this? What was there to make, to enhance its beauty?

For beauty is all around her, in the trees, the stars, the warmth of the sun....

And these snowy stars......

For Nia, beauty is truly a winter wonderland.

......

Ahhh, another winter art, and just in time, for something festive.....

I adore making wintery art. There's always so much relaxation, that goes with it. To draw a soft gentle flake, gentle colours....

It makes me so peaceful. Winter makes anything cold. But for me, It keeps me warm.....

Such is the beauty of winter.

Nia and art © me