So, finally, it is those Colorado Mountain snow that brings me luck! I was truly awestruck by the scenery, and yes, I managed to somewhat weave a beautiful story surrounding it.
Here's an excerpt from the story:
Every time it snowed harder, the winds grew a little less pronounced. It was like the snow wanted to clear the atmosphere of a cutting breeze and thicken the cold air with its freezing.
This time the snow help captive the winds.
I watched its fall, sometimes in thick descent, which after a while lessened in quiet submission, bringing it to a gentle plummet.
It lay thick and deep on the ground, carpeting the whole land with glistening silkiness.
The snow, as blissful as it were, was my antidote to a distracted mind.