As white as powdered sugar.
The trees, covered in snow.
Sitting in a recliner
Next to the electric fireplace.
Hot coffee next to me
On the table,
A nail biting book in my hands
That I cannot seem to put down.
The scent of warm vanilla sugar candle
Burning in the living room.
The sound of Lo-fi hip hop filling my ears
The taste of sweet coffee filling my mouth,
Going down my throat, warming my insides of my stomach.
The mug warming my hands
The winds rustling against the house,
Causing the house to groan against the force.
Snow rained down out of the sky,
Touching the ground,
And building up.
All was peaceful.