Snö , this year too

It's time to have the first snowfall of this winter.
Right now, while I'm writing.
Sitting at my desk, writing, enlightened by a candle at my left.
I have just produced a whole page of handwriting. Something magic, considering that I write almost only on the keyboard of a computer.
I complete the page, look at my right and discover thousands of white flakes running like crazy for crashing against the soil of Stockholm.
"Wow! finally! It's magic, beautiful! Finally" I exclaim while opening the window.
Always look forward for the next snowfall,
Always be ready to let its magic to fullfill my eyes,
Always remember the previous one,
Never try, nor hope, to not let it melt away.