A Dad’s winter reverie

The snow had begun to make it’s way to earth before night took it’s hold.
It made him feel as if the peace he felt as the huge flakes landed on his tongue was possible even in the darkest reaches of the planet.
Wrapped in the chill of twilight’s silence was deafening.
He reached out attempting to touch it. Weighted and thick he imagined it soundlessly crunching as his hands clasped and shaped it into perfect ball. It’s duff drifting through his gloved fingers.
Winter’s vacuum seemed to seal off time, which made him wish his kids were with him as minutes seemed to move in reverse magically creating more time together.
But alas he could only nestle in the loving warmth his reverie created.
Smiling as he drew back his arm taking careful aim at the old oak. It’s limbs now dressed in a brand new snow jacket and let fly his hardened ball of icy silence without even a whisper as it blasted against it’s armored trunk.
Not even his laugh could be heard as he turned for home,a final look back just to make sure the oak tree didn’t return fire.