misty days

Got an email this morning:
'Hey! it is snowing here, all white, felt like letting you know'.
A snowy day..all white and cold. Fluttering snowflakes, chilly winds, chocolat chaud.
I wasn't all that unlucky, nature had a pretty picture awaiting me as I got out of class:
It was a misty day..beautiful, soft and silky mist. The mist covered the green football fields, hid the clock tower, brought in dew drops, washed the sky, cheered some people, made some think, made me write :).
It was silky, white curtain. Behind this curtain was probably a shy girl, a playful boy, a peaceful old woman, a hurrying officer, a world in its own. Or probably it was a stage, filled with artists, waiting for the curtain to rise and enthrall the world with their performance.Or it was a boundary of a quite town, oblivious to the world. Or better it was a door on the pathway to neverland..