like snow

Not the new kind, the type of that’s fresh and white and new, but the snow that’s grey and brown, trodden over by others countless times.

The kind that’s no longer pretty.

This snow is old, unwanted, the snow everyone wants to fade away soon so that they can see the green grass underneath.

It’s sad and tired and just wants to be gone but it stays because it’s not time yet. Winter still has many months left and this snow will remain for as long as it has to.