The bird feeder swayed back and forth as the snow-filled wind rocked it slowly like a baby's cradle. A small orange cat stepped timidly across the deep snow, leaving a trail of tiny footprints in the powdery turf. Frozen beads of rain played their music on the clay pots as they were buried in white.
Trails of smoke escaped chimneys of the surrounding houses where people were cooking hot food and reading books. As the sun set, the lamp posts began to spring on one by one. They created round orange frames that were highlighting the falling snow in perfect orbs.
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