Snowflakes over the treetops are like grains of wheat on the corn ear. A breath of wind first makes them flutter and then transforms them into pearls of ice. Others decide to lay down on the peaks after having twirled gracefully between the sky and the soil. Snow is a wave that is born from the clouds and then shatters over the cliffs of time. When it snows abundantly, everything stops and, for a moment, your heart leaps with joy.