I love how it feels when it snows.
The silence snow makes me feel peaceful.
Watching snow from my window is one of the feelings I will miss.
When I was seven, I sometimes used to wake up early in the morning (before my mom and dad woke up) on weekends, grab my music box and go to the living room. Curtains were like dark beige and room was dimly lighted. There was a ballet dancer turning on my music box when it played.
When I played with my music box, I used to have a feeling (that also constantly grabs me through my whole life). That feeling was like a theme of my life.
It wasn't even snowing outside but that feeling was like a snow. It was silent; there was just a warmth and light of a candle. It felt cold but etheral. A snow scenery is still like a glimpse of it for me.