"Snow is the precipitation in the form of flakes of crystalline water that fall from the clouds. Since snow is composed of small ice particles, it is a granular material. It has an open and therefore soft structure, unless subjected to external pressures."
The abovementioned is the definition of what snow is -- scientifically.
This is a very useful definition and I am sure many people have and are working for the purposes of studying snow. But I hope they do not forget one important thing -- that snow is also beautiful!
The beauty, the magic seems to get lost in the endless efforts of understanding things. It is the same in everything, and of course I mean my studies.
You ride on your passion to get to where you want and once you get there, everyone tries to keep telling you that you must question everything, the passion you rode on, the path that took you there, and everything that is a part of your journey. I do not mind doing that, in fact, I enjoy that, but please can we also remember that is is beautiful?
It is almost midnight, and as I watch the snowflakes fall under the dim light of my kitchen balcony -- I think to myself of the snowy days in Baku, when I would spend hours playing with friends. Wherever it falls -- snow is beautiful!
The abovementioned is the definition of what snow is -- scientifically.
This is a very useful definition and I am sure many people have and are working for the purposes of studying snow. But I hope they do not forget one important thing -- that snow is also beautiful!
The beauty, the magic seems to get lost in the endless efforts of understanding things. It is the same in everything, and of course I mean my studies.
You ride on your passion to get to where you want and once you get there, everyone tries to keep telling you that you must question everything, the passion you rode on, the path that took you there, and everything that is a part of your journey. I do not mind doing that, in fact, I enjoy that, but please can we also remember that is is beautiful?
It is almost midnight, and as I watch the snowflakes fall under the dim light of my kitchen balcony -- I think to myself of the snowy days in Baku, when I would spend hours playing with friends. Wherever it falls -- snow is beautiful!
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