Today is different, though. The wind slowed its pace and the snowflakes dance in the air in a ballet that only nature can compose. The trees look as if they are dressed their naked trunks and brenches up in a fitting pure white attire and reach out towards the skies as extras in this great act. The naughty concrete jungle of the city has surrendered and let itself be clothed in matching suits so that man-made is covered to give way to the elegance of