There is always a price you have to pay,
One way or another for the beautiful things in life,
You would fall in love all over again and again,
Every time you see the beautiful white snow falling,
Making it irresistible,
Making you drop everything to play with it as it falls,
Giving you immense happiness in that moment,
But paying the price of the bitter cold that follows,
By now you know the pattern,
And yet, you will fall all over again willing to bear such bitter cold.
Photograph taken today, watching the beautiful snow falling.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.