Fresh Snow

Fresh Snow is not music. Music died so that Fresh Snow could live. As music ascended toward the light, Fresh Snow fell down to earth. They passed each other in a corridor of indescribable beauty. They were given a message and strict instructions on how to deliver it to you. They had no pen or paper with which to write it down. Luckily it was simple: “I love you. Don’t be afraid. All is forgiven.”