When I went to school yesterday, like almost every morning I was taking my bicycle, it was snowing. But the snowflakes were so little that it was hard to see them. If there had not been snow on the road and fields you maybe would not have noticed that it snowed at all. It seemed like it snowed one snowflake per minute or something, and you had to try really hard to see them, especially because I was bicycling. Only when one of the rare flakes touched my face I really could feel that it was snowing. I love the smell of snow, although some people say that snow does not smell. But in my opinion you can smell snow.
On one of the fields there was a lot of water the other day, and because it was so cold yesterday night it froze, so that you technically could ice skate on it. I did not try it, but I am sure that it would work. I love ice skating, so maybe that is the reason why I thought in that way immediately. Or maybe it is just because it was so perfect for ice skating. My friend that takes the bicycle the same way I do, told me when I asked her that she did not even see the field with the ice on it. One reason could be that she is bicycling two times faster than I do. I like to take it really slow when I bicycle in the morning, because you experience everything different. You see the kittens from one farm on the way, playing in the ditch and the bird of prey in the sky.
The wonders of nature amaze me every day.