4 a.m. Flurries

You wake up in the wee hours of the morning - long before the sun is supposed to rise, but there's an ambient glow coming from your window. You pull aside the curtains, and a peaceful sight awaits you: gentle snow flurries, seeming lit up by the streetlamps. You open your window, sit on the bed, and breathe in the crisp air as the curtains flutter gently. 

Notes: Peppermint Bark, Orris Butter, Cashmere