Snow is like shooting stars

The silence fills the air the white and gray clouds move in. Then, all is silent. The flakes of white come down like a feather on a summer day, but only better, because it's winter. The snowflakes remind me of shooting stars, each holding dreams and wishes from the angels above. The angles sprinkle dreams and wishes  down upon us. The wishes stick to the world, leaving it looking like a Christmas snow-globe. Outside my window is a winter-wonderland. The dreams continue to fall as I continue to write. The snowflakes are as beautiful as a newborn child, as soft as a kittens fur. The street lights dim, the world falls silent, and the angles are satisfied with where their dreams and wishes have settled.