It is snowing. It is just my favorite weather. I enjoy the quiet it brings for me. I could almost hear nothing but my own breathing. All the noises disappeared. it seems I was the only person around. Life becomes leisurely. Sitting by the window and watching flakes falling heavily in the air, my room feels much warmer and more comfortable to live. Cars disappeared on roads. People vanish on their way . Where are they?  At their home and by the heating or stove as me perhaps. No matter what it is, there seems no creatures in the world at all. So silent and so open and expansive and so white and so pure it is.  The hills in the distance and those gray trees get beautiful with snow, like a traditional Chinese ink painting. & Yes, I like snowy day. I could be left alone and be myself. I have made my mind to go to work on foot. It is a pleasure to walk on snow with creaks as if a piece of music.