Write four lines of prose about: snowfall.
Big day around here, as we finished the decking (only the last of the railing left now), I managed to get to the gym for a good run on the treadmill, we had our first serious snowfall of the year, and we celebrated Max's 1 month birthday by going up to Kat's parents place for homemade pizza and cake.
I'm sure Max will one day appreciate our efforts on his behalf. For now, I will enjoy his cake for both of us.
Blind, heavy flakes collide as they approach the ground, as though they are last minute Christmas shoppers elbowing their way to the front of the line. They are, however, in no such rush. They feel no eagerness to reach their destination.
For the ground is being consumed by flames.